"Ancient instincts that no one dreamed of, least of all their possessor, may leap forth" "Atavism can hardly explain a roaming animal with teeth and claws and sanguinary instincts," interrupted Maloney with impatience.

"And the cure?" ventured Maloney at length.

"Every hour I carry my trays I walk a mile," said Elizabeth Maloney of the Waitresses' Union.

" "Death," repeated Maloney to himself, "death!"