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...Jersey has logged a logarithmic increase: 1,014 cases, as against 437 in all of 1960. Seeking the cause of the flare-up, Dr. Roscoe P. Kandle, the state's commissioner of health, had hundreds of victims interviewed ; then he pointed an accusing finger at the lowly clam...
...Kandle, could be traced to seepage from septic tanks; probably a majority were spread from person to person within families. But when patients were asked what they had eaten 30 to 60 days earlier (because the virus plays possum for that length of time), a surprising number mentioned clams on the half-shell. The raw-clam fanciers, suggested Dr. Kandle, might account for as many as 250 cases...
...Union Square, Masters discount house, and Ohrbach's ("copies of haute couture"}-and how to get by adequately on $12 to $13 a day. It suggests that tourists eat as Americans do-at drugstores, Howard Johnson's ("excellent soup of mussels,'' i.e., clam chowder), Chock Full O' Nuts ("that super-American institution''), and a hectic Broadway cafeteria named Hector's. The Budget-Baedeker adds that tourists need not worry, no matter how unprepossessing the restaurant, since "food is handled everywhere under conditions of strictest hygiene...
...like such mammals as the dog and the monkey, which have brains built on the same plan as humans, even though they are much dumber. The octopus is not a mammal, or even a vertebrate. It is a mollusk, a sort of sophisticated clam. Its brain evolved independently-and the octopus in many ways is an independent thinker. Last week University of Cambridge Zoologist Martin J. Wells was preparing to publish a fascinating study on a far-out subject: the octopus and its intellect...
Lawrence Durrell, whose recent quartet of novels about Alexandria are as popular in upper Bohemia as clam dip, made the discovery in 1936 when at 24, he wrote The Black Book. This first novel is a glittering, exultant, outrageous act of self-indulgence, and the reader needs no dust-jacket exegesis to tell him that this is the work of a brilliant boy. Durrell raises up laments to the bleakness of life, bathes in scorn and sorrow the wretched creatures who must live it, sets down prose odes to the godawfulness of England. The outlook is determinedly fungoid...