In Boston, one B. Tracey Ansell, elongated (6 ft. 6 in.), willowy (165 lb.), youthful (19 years), Harvard senior, aroused curiosity, interest, alarm, dismay, by roosting his exaggerated frame upon a stool in a lunch room and gulping down two, four, half a dozen, a dozen, two dozen, three dozen, three dozen and one, and five, and tenfour dozen soft-boiled (2½ min.) hen's eggs, in 45 minutes. At the 37th egg he choked, gasped out, "That egg was rotten." As the 48th mingled with its predecessors, he unfolded himself, arose, collected a...
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