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Sound Effects. So the Pfizer people selected a resonant sow and recorded both her mealtime grunt and the joyous squeals of her litter. That does the trick, says Pfizer. When the deep-sleeping pigs hear the sound effects, they wake up in a flash and connect with rows of rubber nipples charged with Terralac...
...visitor to the untidy London flat might guess, it houses an old bachelor. In the sitting room, a hastily thrown coverlet drapes an obviously unmade bed. A litter of books, manuscripts and knick-knacks lines walls and floors like the twigs of a nest. Amiably at home in this cozy mess flutters a rare old bird, the dean of English letters, Edward Morgan Forster...
Pious Orgy. At last came a fearful day when a reigning priest-chief died. A frenzy of slaughtering and burying swept over the village. First the villagers laid the dead priest in his ceremonial litter at the end of their wide plaza. Near him they buried four men and two women, sacrifices or suicides, and covered the women's bodies with flat stones. Then, out of the temples and huts came all the appurtenances of their gruesome religion: the strange sacred pots, 75 of them, along with baskets of skulls and bundles of human bones. As they laid down...
Organic chemistry is about to have a pup, and the pup may grow, theoretically at least, as big as its mother. This week the Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing Co. announced that its plant at Hastings, Minn, is turning out a whole litter of "fluorochemicals"-compounds just like ordinary organic chemicals (e.g., acetic acid, ether, etc.), except that they have fluorine in their molecules instead of hydrogen. It should be possible, says Dr. Nelson W. Taylor, manager of Minnesota Mining's fluorochemical department, to make fluorochemical substitutes for all the 100,000-odd organic compounds, from TNT to DDT, that...
Then they pushed into the house, saw instantly that someone had set the fire. The unswept, cobwebbed rooms stank from a litter of oily rags; the inner walls of Adamic's barn, which did not burn, had also been doused with oil, apparently taken from the farmhouse fuel tank. A moment later, they found the owner of the sedan. Adamic was lying on his back on a couch in an upstairs bedroom. He was wearing dungarees and a windbreaker, with a pillow at his back, a .22 Mossberg rifle across his lap-and a bullet wound just above...