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Japanese Tigers
JAPAN has seemed a very strange country to the Americans there. One ot the many oddities is the popularity of the tiger, or tora as it is called there. The tiger is found in many of the great masterpieces in paintings, sculp' tures and wood carvings, and is regarded as a symbol of faith and great courage.
But the tiger is not limited to works of bygone days. He is one of the most painted and moulded of subjects today by school children of all ages, and by contemporary artists — good and bad.
He brightens little peasant huts in the country and adds to the beauty of wealthy city homes. He peers at G.I.'s from sidewalk shops along the Ginza and looks out from beautiful wall hangings in exclusive tea rooms. He lies peacefully among the bamboo on picture plates and crouches in souvenir glory on the backs of tourists.
It may be that he wonders a little about his importance because there are no native tigers in Japan, and there is no evidence that there ever were!
— Bee !N{eIl Hoover
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Mircle Breeze
THE scientist was annoyed. He was working with colonies of staphylococci in an effort to isolate the influenza germ and now another of his cultures was ruined. A mold, carried on the breeze, had drifted into his small London laboratory and settled on the plate, contaminating it. He sighed irritably. Contamination of culture plates seemed unavoidable. Once more he must wash a specimen down the sink.
Culture in hand, he walked over to the sink; then hesitated a moment. In that moment lives hung in the balance. For his trained eye noticed something unusual. Around the mold was a ring completely free of bacteria. Beyond the circle, germs were swarming in the thousands.
A new era of medicine was born. Because on that September afternoon in 1928, Sir Alexander Fleming had stumbled upon the secret of penicillin — according to many authorities the most outstanding development in medicine within recent years.
The odds were millions-to-one against the tiny speck of mold which settled on Fleming's culture plate being of a penicillin-producing strain. The odds were almost as great against his noticing the bacteria-free ring around it. Yet today thousands of persons who otherwise would have died of infection are alive as a result of that chance contamination of a culture plate.
— David R. Kennedy
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Two illiterates visiting the zoo were trying to decipher the names of the various animals by spelling out each name at the top of the cage. They concluded that 1-i-o-n spelled Lion, b-e-a-r spelled Bear, but m-o-n-k-e-y had the old boys stumped. After a long gaze at the creature in the cage one quipped, "With that droll expression on their faces and those big callouses where they sit, I'd say they were Canasta players."
A young fellow asked for a job of delivering milk and the manager of the milk company asked his name.
"Thomas Jefferson," replied the young man.
"Well," said the manager, "that's a pretty well known name."
"It ought to be," said the boy, "I've delivered milk in this town for more than three years." — Life & Casualty Mirror.