Page 2 THE LION'S EYE February 12, 1975 Keystone Sponsors Monte Carlo Night “Place your bets everyone” . . . “Deal me in” . . . “Round and round she goes” ... “We have a winner!” For those with the gambling urge, the Keystone Society is spon- soring a “Monte Carlo Night”, to be held in the lounge on Friday, February 14, at 8 p.m. The evening of gambling will in- “We've got Leggs!” Mingling with the gamblers during Monte Carlo Night will be (I. to r.) Sue Bodtke, Sue Siciliano, Tish Janney, Lynne Dougherty, and Judy Bodtke. clude games ranging from roulette and blackjack, to craps and poker. In order to play, however, it is necessary to either purchase tic- tickets at school before Feb. 14 for $1.50 per gambler and $2.00 per gambling couple or at the dor for $1.50 per gambler. At the dor each person will then receive thousands of “gambling dollars” to start with. A “bank” will be available for those who wish to purchase more playing “money”. These are redeemable Auction, in which players bid for prizes with their winnings. There will be refreshments for sale at a moderate price. The sales will be handled by several, lovely Keystone ladies. The purpose of the event is to raise money to be donated to a trust fund recently created by Carl Mau, a printer in Media, for the Metzgar boys. Several months ago, Mrs. Metzgar and her four sons were kidnapped allegedly by the estranged Mr. Metzgar. The mother was found murdered in New York, where the boys were abandoned. Presently, the boys are living in a foster home. The evening can be thought of as “gambling for a cause”. Key- stone, as well as the Metzgar boys, would appreciate the support. News From University Park University Park — “Only her hairdresser knows for sure?” Not any more. Anyone trained in neutron activation analysis may be able to tell from a single strand of hair whether or not certain dyes were used on it. Many police laboratories use the technique regularly, but there is little systematic information on the way hair responds to activation. Help is on the way from The Pennsylvania State University, where a unique experiment has been in progress for three years with hair from 300 students and their families. The subjects were recruited when they entered the University in 1972; all volunteered to send hair samples twice a year. The project is the brainchild of Dr. K. K. S. Pillay, research as- sociate in nuclear engineering and an authority on neutron activa- tion analysis. That technique is based on the fact that extremely small fractions of most elements can be identified and measured in a specimen — in dust, hair, sweat, etc. — that has been exposed to a beam of neu- trons. The elements become radioac- tive themselves and the gamma radiation they give off acts as a kind of fingerprint; no two ele- ments give off gamma rays of pre- cisely the same strength. “The hair is one of the body’s prime ejection mechanisms,” says Dr. Pillay, “and many substances, such as arsenic, turn up in it two hours after being introduced into the body.” Dr. Pillay himself has testified BY GIL ABERG in court as an expert witness on the subject. In one case he was able to help convict a murderer by the analysis of a smear made by the man’s hair on his victim’s blouse. His project is providing what may be the first systematic data on the way human hair reflects, after neutron activation, both en- vironmental and biological proces- ses. Dr. Pillay knows of no study that attempts to isolate external and in- ternal influences on the hair on so large a scale. “Since we have samples from whole families,” he says, “we are also able to look for ways in which genetic factors may influence the response of the hair under activa- tion.” Among the inferences that could be made from some of the 2,000 samples that have been collected are: — the type of hair coloring or shampoo a subject uses; — whether he comes from, say, Pittsburgh or some other indus- trial area; certain industrial pol- lutants are unique to certain cities; — what he regularly eats; — where he has certain chronic diseases; — whether he works in a par- ticular factory or at a particular kind of job. “We begin finding vanadium in the hair of some of the students and we were able to tie this to their. part-time jobs: they were working in garages or service sta- tions. Vanadium is found in trace amounts in exhaust emissions.” Get Out Of My Hair! In a court case not related to the present study, Dr. Pillay was able to link a suspect to a crime by identifying in his hair a combina- tion of elements that were known to be present in only one factory in the area. “Our study is aimed at helping show what hair analysis can and can not do,” says Dr. Pillay. “Its possibilities were overinflated about ten years ago after highly publicized investigations of the hair of famous people long since dead.” “There was a call then for a centralized ‘hair-file’ similar to the FBI's fingerprint file.” “That is not possible; a person’s hair is not unique to him as are his fingerprints. What we can do — and are doing — is to associate, by comparing hair samples, a spec- ific person to a specific specimen from the scene of a crime.” Dr. Pillay is hopeful that his study will provide the beginnings of a basic reference manual to guide law enforcement officers who want to use hair as evidence. In the meantime, parents may take comfort from one bit of Dr. Pillay’s data — especially if they are worried that their children are living on soft drinks and po- tato chips while at college. “We have found a consistently high level of calcium in the hair of students who are in residence at the University. We infer that this is due to increased consump- tion of milk and ice cream.” “And this, the cholesterol prob- lem aside, can’t be an altogether unhealthy development.” North, South, East, Where? God Knows! BY SUSAN M. SICILIANO If anyone ever gave awards to those who rank high on the list of “Who’s Who in Getting Lost,” I am proud to say I'd get it hands down. It’s unreal! But I guess I should have expected such because where everyone else is born with a sense of direction, I came with a map. Oh, it’s no secret, really, almost everyone knows my M. stands for “Missing.” I walk into a store and all the employees call me by name. No, they’ve never met me, but it’s a fact that when I go shopping with my mother, she’s calling “Susan!?” within 15 minutes. Now how do you get lost in a supermarket? To me it just comes naturally, like Charlie Brown and flying kites. Driving a lot, I was hoping to learn at least a little to get me from place to place, but the only outcome is I get lost a lot faster and farther. Take, for instance, the time I headed out for Reese Reserve Center. I was to go down 352 to 24 and make a right. No one told me 24 was the name of a street! I went looking for “route” 24 and ended near route 95. Now, I know 95, it’s just that I took it in the wrong direction, and driving around Wilmington wasn’t my idea of a pleasant afternoon. And just the other day, I was coming back from Skateland and decided to follow the other kids because I take the long way back to the campus. Well, I ended up taking the long way anyway — from Chester! How was I to know the guy in front of me was going home? I even got lost in the Granite Run Mall once, wasting 20 minutes looking for the door I came in. I thought someone was trying to drive me nuts by moving it or something. And the people! I passed the same man at least eight times and he looked at me as if I was casing the joint. Honestly now! Me? I'd be lucky if I remembered where I parked my car, let alone find the same spot again. But, to top everything, I still get lost on my way to the swimming pool on the fourth floor. There’s got to be something the doctor can do for me besides checking to see that my blood is going in the right direction. Some kind of implantation like a pacemaker, only a placemarker, to set me straight. I can just hear them giving that award, though. “And now, the “Who’s Who Award for Getting Lost’ . . . what? Are you sure? All 00? . . give them time to ask directions 3 or what . . . Let’s wait an hour or so . 4 times . . . and maybe by tomorrow some of the nominees . . . about sending it parcel post?” Oh well, nobody’s perfect. With my luck, I'll learn a sense of direction and forget how to spel. Here’s looking at you . . . or you looking at me, whoever finds who first. oofooforfocgacgoefooforfocfocectoofosfocfacoctectesfocfacoctocofocoefecfecfeofocfaceceofeofocfacectesfoofocfacecfoofeofocfociecocforfocde Lion's Eye Issue 1 LION'S EYE Editor: Lynn Signora Business Manager: Jon Temple Photographers: Chris Paski, Bob Stern Gen Belfiglio, Chris Cannon, Amy Collings, Kate Connell, Joe Lanciano, Janet Malin, Susan Siciliano, Terri Smith, Rich Squadrito Contributors: Advisor: Ms. Lynn Haskin ofosforfocgoofeoforforfectocgoofondoefoctecdsofeofooforfociocfoepeioefortocooecfocfosfortectocfoforforfoctodooforfortectocgosfoofentorecfooforts
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