When his parents went out one evening last week, leaving him alone in the family's apartment in The Bronx, 23-year-old Stanley Gordon found himself momentarily at loose ends. But Stanley, a radio bug, and an interested participant in the Atomic Age, soon found something to do. He got out his tools and hooked up a microphone, a four-watt amplifier and an eight-inch loudspeaker. Then, seized with the kind of dreamy thirst for power which causes humans to throw matches into gas tanks or shoot fat women with BB guns, he leaned over and began to speak.
"This is an Office...
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