Jungle Legacy

From the heart of the jungle comes a 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.

Transcribe from the immortal pan of Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now, in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of jungle legacy. On August 6, 1945, the most destructive bomb ever created was dropped on the hapless city of Hiroshima, and the atomic era was born.

In the years following its dramatic birth, men combed the earth searching for uranium, the energy producing element of the A-bomb. Those who located the richest deposits of this new gold would perhaps control the world.

And no one was more aware of this fact than the salafaced bearded man who sat in a subterranean office in Addis Ababa 10 degrees north of the equator in Africa. Come in. Come, Ratkar, is a quieter fool.

You do not know that the use of names is prohibited. Put down here? Hundreds of feet below the street? Surely it is. It is a matter of discipline. No one can hear us down here, but if you get in the habit of addressing me as Karasov, off and I give them the habit of pressing you as a vet.

You may slip when we are not in the safe place. I am sorry, Mr. Kay. You will let the matter pass without an official reprimand this time, Mr. Z. Thank you. And now you have an assignment for me.

Yes. We must find a plentiful supply of uranium at once. But where can we go in Africa? The Belgium Congo as the richest uranium field in the world. But we cannot go there. There are sections of the African continent that have little or no international police. You will find your uranium in some quarter where we can work