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...selected a new laboratory victim, the so-called red bread mold (Neurospora crassa), which is really a beautiful coral pink in its natural state, unmolested by geneticists. Neurospora is a geneticist's dream. When properly introduced, it mates and reproduces sexually. It also grows nonsexually, so a truckload of mold with the same heredity can be grown, if desirable, from a single spore. But the best thing about Neurospora is that it asks for so little. It thrives on a medium containing nothing but mineral salts, sugar and a single vitamin, biotin. Everything else that it needs...
...building stocked with shiny new government lottery machines suddenly belched smoke; Cypriots crowded the streets to watch a garage filled with government farm machinery light up the sky. Troops, police and firemen were kept running, but their only captures were 220 sticks of dynamite found hidden under a truckload of vegetables, and a 32-year-old Greek Cypriot who had blown off his own hand with a bomb...
Digging its power shovel into the violence-prone International Union of Operating Engineers, whose 270,000 members run most of the nation's cranes, bulldozers, drilling rigs, etc., the Senate labor-management rackets investigating committee dug another truckload of dirt out of what passes for organized labor in some sectors...
...when a truckload of soup stood ready to be unloaded and passed out by a detachment of police, the hungry prisoners were hammering and pounding at the rotted wooden doors that closed their cells. A few of the old doors gave way, and the suddenly freed men began freeing their fellow prisoners. "We're hungry," they shouted, and when nothing happened, they began tossing machinery and empty food carts into the courtyard. The more diligent of the inmates began making bonfire piles of stools and pallets. Others ripped off cell doors to feed the flames. As acrid fumes rose...
...asked that his son be appointed president of the company. During the course of the discussion, Mr. Beck got quite angry, and I refused to go along with his demands. [But then] I received a call from my brother [saying that the Teamsters] refused to unload this particular truckload of whisky. So I mentioned it to Mr. Beck. And Mr. Beck says, 'Well, you see what I mean, Levine, you don't get along very good with the members of Local 174, and my family is stockholders in your company. We have got to protect our interest...