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Ever since housewives started dunking the family's dirty clothes and dishes in synthetic detergents, the nation's sewers have been swamped by an expanding flow of foam. Down the drainpipe, on through the sewage-disposal plant, the synthetic cleaners keep right on bubbling until contaminated rivers froth like lager beer. No matter what tricks they have tried, sanitary engineers have had small success in keeping the troublesome bubbles down. Egyptian-born Chemical Engineer Ibrahim Abdulla Eldib now insists that the best solution is to help the stuff foam...
...Eldib takes sewage as it comes from the treatment plant, still heavily contaminated with detergents, and pipes it into a vertical cylinder. Air blown through fine holes in the bottom of the cylinder stirs up billions of bubbles that rise through the sewage and attract the detergent molecules. The froth is then drawn out of the cylinder, carrying 95% of the detergent with it and also other organic contaminants that may be in the sewage. The bubbles soon collapse, and the detergent collects in a small amount of liquid that is easily treated and disposed of. It can be dumped...
While they were inside, Death remained outside and prepared to destroy mankind. Death was presented as a grotesque buffoon called Nekrozotar, dressed something like a frogman, with huge teeth painted over his upper and lower jaws. "Aiee," cried Nekrozotar. "Smoke, froth, snort: animal! Make way for death! Shake the bells, set up altars, light candles, spray holy water, gnash your teeth, cry with bloody tears, chew ashes, devour each other, kiss each other, go to the left, go to the right, go up, go down, burn incense. The old world is going to perish. Hiue...
...fishing fleet with speckled sails that bobbed in a harbor set at stage left. Dancers and singers, 700 strong, roamed about, some of them equipped with flaring torches. Concealed beneath fishermen's nets, the 120-man Vienna Symphony whipped out the music everyone had come to hear-a froth of billowy, bubbly Viennese tunes, as light and heady as the Nussberger wine that flowed before the performance. Through it all, the tenor sang of love...
These people are a sort that has always existed in prosperous, energetic societies. Light-hearted and lightweight, they are fun to read about; they jazz up the sometimes drab quotidian scene; they add froth and zest, but they are not made of the stuff to set the pace for a country of the breadth, height and complexity of America. W.E.G. TAYLOR New York City...