In the outer office of the Rumanian Ministry of Agriculture, last week, clerks and undersecretaries pottered somnolently at their tasks. Into the quiet office marched two strangely hilarious young men with curiously mottled skin. They shook hands violently with everyone in the room, then demanded to see the Minister of Agriculture, C. Argetoianu. "My God!" screamed the Minister's secretary, "Lepers! Unclean! Unclean!" Bravely he stationed himself before the door of his chief's sanctum while panic-stricken clerks and minor officials, overturning chairs and tables, stampeded to the outer air. Prudent Minister...
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