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...disease) six weeks ago. The Clarks, father & son, tried the medicines they knew, but still their chickens died. At last they called on a dark, popeyed man named John Brown, who lived nearby. He had, said rumor, a mysterious something, vaguely connected with atomic energy and called "the master cell," that could work scientific wonders...
Fertility Up. And there were the witnesses. Said Merrill Sampson of Lakeville, director of the State Duck Growers' Association: "Brown's master cell upped my egg production 50%. Upped fertility 20%. I thought it was a lot of hokum, but it is the fountain of youth." Reported Dairyman Wilfred Schobel: "This stuff makes the coats of horses and cows shine like mirrors. Makes cows give more milk and eat less. Makes 'em more quiet, too. Took the wiggle out of one real mean cow I own. She just stands there now-all full of the master cell...
Farmers began to gather at John Brown's farm to stare with the worshiping eyes of religious devotees. Behind the house was a shed with a sign: "Cell Laboratories-Natural Sciences." The cellar of the house contained three barrels covered with scraps of awning. To the uninitiated eye, the barrels seemed to hold only stagnant water, but Brown would murmur: "This is Life...
...Parisian taste, were the exploits of 23-year-old "Pierrot le Fou" (Crazy Pete), who made his seventh jailbreak in three years. Wavy-haired Pierrot (real name: Pierre Carrot) began his career as an escape artist at the age of 20, when he pretended to hang himself in his cell and knocked out the jailer who rushed to cut him down. Recaptured some months later, Pierrot sawed his way into the cell of a condemned murderer. Then Pierrot used an iron bar to dispose of the guards who came to escort the murderer to the guillotine...
...presence is to have any reason at all, it can only be to express what many are afraid to admit to themselves in the deepest cell of their hearts, what in the dust of ruins we still do not recognize: that every single one of us was very well able to choose for himself between right or wrong, justice or chaos. We must withstand the tempters-in whatever gilded cups they may be serving the red wine of seduction-when they cry from the right or from the left: 'Put your ballot in our box and your sins will...