Volume 1, Issue 4, Page 4

…”By George, I won’t stand for all this,” he shouted above the roar. “You were dead right. We’re manufacturing death faster than cloth. I guess this is about the best place to begin the fresh air cure for tuberculosis.” And the Living Skeleton smiled down tenderly upon the young, rosy faced girls around her.

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