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"A man in the neighborhood of Courtland, Alabama, by the name of Puryear, was so proverbially cruel that among the negroes he was usually called 'the Devil. Mrs. Barr, wife of Rev.
"And can Ben help you distributing forms, timing the test, seeing that there's no fudging, and collecting the forms when they're done?" "Oh, yes; all they'll have to do is follow the printed instructions." She looked around. "I'll need a desk, and an extra chair for the interview subject." "Right over here, doctor." Puryear said.
Once we start work on the reactors, you and Ned Puryear and Joe Ricci and Steve Chalmers can't be everywhere at once. A cybernetic system will only do what it's been assembled to do, and if some quarter-wit assembles one of these things wrong " He left the sentence dangling; both men knew what he meant. Keating shook his head.
On August 8 the State Bar Association passed a strong resolution endorsing woman suffrage by Federal Amendment. The president, Colonel Ed Watkins, in his annual address, included a strong plea for it and Judge David V. Puryear introduced the resolution. Miss Elizabeth Lea Miller and Mrs. Ford, the first women members of the association; Mrs. John Lamar Meek and others worked for it. Col.
Womanlike, Doris Rives was thinking particularly rather than generally and of humans rather than abstractions. "It must have killed everybody for miles around." Sid Keating, Melroy thought. And Joe Ricci, and Ben Puryear, and Steve Chalmers, and all the workmen whom he had brought here from Pittsburgh, to their death. Then he stopped thinking about them.
"Wash-room lawyer." Melroy nodded. "You always get one or two like that. How're the rest taking it?" Puryear shrugged. "About how you'd expect. A lot of kidding about who's got any intelligence to test. Burris seems to be the only one who's trying to make an issue out of it." "Well, what are they doing ganged up here?" Melroy wanted to know. "It's past oh-eight-hundred; why aren't they at work?"
Crandall says I'm to stay here an' watch what you do to these guys." "This man working for us?" Melroy asked Puryear. "Yes. Koffler, Julius. Electrical fitter; Joe Ricci's gang." "All right. See to it that he gets placed in the first relay for the written test, and gets first turn for the orals.
An hour later, Ben Puryear called from the reactor area, his voice strained with anger. "Scott, do you know what those " He gargled obscenities for a moment. "You know what they've done? They've re-packed the Number One Doernberg-Giardano; got a chain-reaction started again." "Who?" "Fred Hausinger's gang. Apparently at Harry Crandall's orders.
He turned on his heel in an automatically correct about-face and strode out of the office. Melroy straightened out the papers and put them away, then sat down at his desk, filling and lighting his pipe. He was still working at 1215 when Ben Puryear called him. "They walked out on us," he reported.
Doris Rives clung tighter to Melroy's arm as he pushed a way for himself and her through the crowd and into the temporary office. Inside, they were met by a young man with a deputy marshal's badge on his flannel shirt and a .38 revolver on his hip. "Ben Puryear: Dr. Rives," Melroy introduced. "Who's the mouthy character outside?" "One of the roustabouts; name's Burris," Puryear replied.
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