Tarzan and the Lypagor

From the heart of the jungle comes the savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of Dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence, comes one of the most colorful figures of all time.

Transcribed from the immortal pan of Edgar Rice Burroughs, Mr. White's son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of Tarzan and the life of Thor. Although both are on the dark continent, Tarzan's jungle and the city of Cape Town have little in common.

No jagged peaks mark Cape Town's beautiful table mountain. Swimming with popular Muizenberg carries no threat of flesh hungry crocodiles. And the shadowy elephant trails of the Congo are a far cry from the road paved sidewalks of South Africa's old city.

Yet it proved the imbalance were being born at very moment in the modern hospital-like building just off Rydic Square, side of the old slave mart. In the white-tiled laboratory, a slim young woman in the crisp, beautiful arms bending over a bubbling retort.

But no native sorceress sprinkling magical powders into a seeding cauldron and uttering strange incantations could have ever threatened Tarzan's life more seriously. 38, 39, 40, 41, perfect. So he won 11 hours and 32 minutes temperature, 61 degrees, integrate pressure, density, volume, so we're not done.

And you've only gone at us in seven this morning. He started my ground. Sorry, Dr. Meadows. I didn't know you had plain old ordinary reactions to things. What I have, I just didn't notice you're coming in.

Why should you so be in it? What are my charms compared to those of chromosomes, the genes, or whatever you got swimming around in that long neck fishbowl yours. This has been a very exciting day, Ralph.