The parents of 2½-year-old Wayne Tepper of Brooklyn went to the movies one evening last week, leaving Wayne at his grandmother's house, happily playing with Granny's tiny gold wristwatch. When they came back, Wayne had a stomachache but no watch. "Wayne," asked his mother, "where is the tick-tick?" "I swallowed it," said Wayne. "You threw it out of the crib, didn't you?" she asked hopefully. "I eat it, Mommie. I eat it," said Wayne again. "Poor tick-tick."
Convinced at last, the Teppers rushed Wayne to a doctor, who put him behind a fluoroscope. There,...
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