On the sand beneath a pier at Daytona Beach, Fla., a group of collegians gathered, glanced surreptitiously about, and one by one held out their arms. At that moment a passing dowager spied the scene, stared for a moment in horrified silence, and rushed away to report what was certainly a wicked rite. "I knew it!" she gasped. "They're taking the needle!"
It wasn't a needle at all. One of the group had bought a special pencil, was marking the backs of hands with symbols that would show up under the ultraviolet lamp...
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