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Several months ago, Dr. John Kunkel Small of the New York Botanical Garden took a train ride through the Mississippi delta, looked out of the window with his knowing botanical eye at the lush growth of the southern swamps. Suddenly he saw something which made him want to stop the train-a swamp full of giant iris such as a Paul Bunyan might have planted. Soon as possible Dr. Small went back to the spot with two botanical friends. The iris grew seven feet tall, like young trees. They bore immense rainbow colored blossoms. The botanists floundered with difficulty about...
Banker Jonas is 61, prosperous in appearance. He likes to recall that once as a boy he broke a store-window, escaped a thrashing when the owner exclaimed: "You're the skinniest boy I've ever seen." The reason he remembers this is that now, 5 ft. 9 in. tall, he weighs 190 lb. despite the fact that he devotes all of Saturday to golf. His excuse: "Perhaps my wife has fed me not wisely but too well...
...Battle Creek, Mich., Duane Thornton sprinkled gasoline on his overstuffed furniture to kill moths, rushed to the window to escape the fumes, tripped over an electric light cord. A spark from the dislodged socket set fire to the gasoline-soaked furniture, burned up $3,000 worth of furnishings...
...purpose to have heads roll in the sand!" barked the newly appointed Minister last week, paraphrasing Herr Hitler's famed threat (TIME, Oct. 6). "What we want is to create political common sense! If anyone believes we must keep quiet and accept disorder and window breaking, then he may as well know-and this is no mere phrase-that I take an oath that physical power will not be only on the side of the others. Whoever imagines he can attack republican institutions will learn that ruffians must be dealt with by ruffian methods...
...Jersey City, N. J., John Turkess, 26, wrote a goodbye note to his wife, left $49.40 for funeral expenses, stuffed the door and window cracks of his room, turned several gas jets wide open and lay down to die. As the fumes became stronger he decided to light a last cigaret. The explosion blew out the side of the house, bruised, burned but did not kill John Turkess...