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...Itch. Hoxsey's rise began 30 years ago in Illinois, when he inherited the magic formula from his father, an itinerant veterinarian turned faith healer and "cancer expert." Skipping from town to town across the U.S., Hoxsey prescribed the tonic for internal tumors, and a yellowish arsenical powder (a widely used turn-of-the-century remedy) for skin cancer. By his own count, he was arrested more than 100 times. During a suit against the A.M.A. in Iowa, in 1931, one patient testified that after Hoxsey diagnosis and treatment, he had gone to a local doctor and discovered that...
...practical" approach appeared in his fondness for fabricated "accidents," e.g., the destruction of an enemy strongpoint during a ceasefire period. "You can say if you like," he told the marshal who was to do the dirty work, "that a magazine blew up, or that the explosion was due to powder stored in the cellars...
Finding vanity invincible, Hungary's Communist bosses recently opened state-owned beauty parlors in Budapest. Government-operated plants began to turn out face powder, creams, shampoos, etc. But the stuff was shoddy, the kissproof lipstick ran, and women went back to the black market. Last week, retreating but not beaten, state stores were selling "imported cosmetics" at up to twelve times the price of the local products. Even so, many were ersatz products wearing fake French and U.S. labels...
...spunk!" gibed Señora Arbenz. Four months later, by way of answer, Arbenz and 13 others shot down the commander of Guatemala City's Guardia de Honor fort, won over the garrison and began shelling the capital's other two forts. A lucky hit on a powder magazine won the day spectacularly for Arbenz & friends. He and Colonel Francisco Javier Arana got a democratic constitution written and ran off a free election. It was won handily by Juan José Arévalo, a Guatemalan intellectual just back from exile in Argentina...
...called back to pose and turn while a man with a light meter goes over him like some latter-day Holmes peering through a magnifying glass. He is cornered by a harried female in slacks, who stares at him in distaste and pats his nose with a powder puff...