The AP log recorded one hundred eighteen major daily papers using the AP story that afternoon and the following morning:
CARSON CITY, NEV., May 12 (AP)--A kiloton eggnog rocked the scientific world this morning.
"On a Nevada ranch, forty miles east of here, 60-year-old Mehatibel Thompson is milking a cow that gives milk more powerful than an atomic bomb. Her chickens are laying the triggering mechanisms.
"This the world learned today when an earth-shaking explosion rocked...."
Inside the Circle T ranch house, Hetty, bathed and cleaned and only slightly the worse for her experiences, was hustling about the kitchen throwing together a hasty meal. Johnny and Barney had swept up a huge pile of broken gla.s.s, crockery and dirt and Hetty had salvaged what dishes remained unshattered by the blast.
She weaved through a dozen men grouped around the kitchen table, some in military or security police garb, three of them wearing the uniform of the atomic scientist in the field--bright Hawaiian sports shirts, dark gla.s.ses, blue denims and sneakers. Johnny and Barney huddled against the kitchen drainboard out of the main stream of traffic. The final editions of the San Francisco _Call-Bulletin_, Oakland _Tribune_, Los Angeles _Herald-Express_ and the Carson City _Appeal_ were spread out on the table. Hetty pushed them aside to put down dishes.
The glaring black headlines stared up at her. "Dairy Detonation Devastates Desert," the alliterative _Chronicle_ banner read; "Bossy"s Blast Rocks Bay Area," said the _Trib_; "Atomic b.u.t.ter-And-Egg Blast Jars LA," the somewhat inaccurate _Herald-Ex_ proclaimed; "Thompson Ranch Scene of Explosion," the _Appeal_ stated, hewing to solid facts.
"Mrs. Thompson," the oldest of the scientists said, "won"t you please put down those dishes for a few minutes and give us the straight story.
All afternoon long its been one thing or another with you and all we"ve been able to get out of you is this crazy milk-egg routine."
"Time enough to talk after we"ve all had a bite to eat," Hetty said, juggling a platter of steaks and a huge bowl of mashed potatoes to the table. "Now we"ve all had a hard day and we can all stand to get on the outside of some solid food. I ain"t had a bite to eat since this morning and I guess you boys haven"t had much either. And since you"ve seemed to have made yourselves to home here, then by golly, you"re going to sit down and eat with us.
"Besides," she added over her shoulder as she went back to the stove for vegetables and bread, "me "n Johnny have already told you what story there is to tell. That"s all there is to it."
She put more platters on the now-heaping table and then went around the table pouring coffee from the big ranch pot. "All right, you men sit down now and dig in," she ordered.
"Mrs. Thompson," an Army major with a heavy brush mustache said, "we didn"t come here to eat. We came for information."
Hetty shoved back a stray wisp of hair and glared at the man.
"Now you listen to me, you young whippersnapper. I didn"t invite you, but since you"re here, you"ll do me the goodness of being a mite more polite," she snapped.
The major winced and glanced at the senior scientist. The older man raised his eyes expressively and shrugged. He moved to the table and sat down. There was a general scuffling of chairs and the rest of the group took places around the big table. Johnny and Barney took their usual flanking positions beside Hetty at the head of the board.
Hetty took her seat and looked around the table with a pleased smile.
"Now that"s more like it."
She bowed her head and, after a startled glance, the strangers followed suit.
"We thank Thee, dear Lord," Hetty said quietly, "for this food which we are about to eat and for all Your help to us this day. It"s been a little rough in spots but I reckon You"ve got Your reasons for all of it. Seein" as how tomorrow is Your day anyway, we ask that it be just a mite quieter. Amen."
The satisfying clatter of chinaware and silver and polite muttered requests for more potatoes and gravy filled the kitchen for the next quarter of an hour as the hungry men went to work on the prime Circle T yearling beef.
After his second steak, third helping of potatoes and gravy and fourth cup of coffee, the senior scientist contentedly shoved back from the table. Hetty was polishing the last dabs of gravy from her plate with a sc.r.a.p of bread. The scientist pulled a pipe and tobacco pouch from his pocket.
"With your permission, m"am," he asked his hostess. Hetty grinned. "For heaven"s sake, fire it up, sonny. Big Jim--that was my husband--used to say that no meal could be said properly finished unless it had been smoked into position for digestion."
Several of the other men at the table followed suit with pipes, cigars and cigarettes. Hetty smiled benignly around the table and turned to the senior scientist.
"What did you say your name was, sonny?" she asked.
"Dr. Floyd Peterson, Mrs. Thompson," he replied, "and at forty-six years of age, I deeply thank you for that "sonny"."
He reached for the stack of newspapers on the floor beside his chair and pushing back his plate, laid them on the table.
"Now, Mrs. Thompson, let"s get down to facts," he rapped the headlines with a knuckle. "You have played h.e.l.l with our schedule and I"ve got to have the answers soon before I have the full atomic commission and a congressional investigation breathing down my neck.
"What did you use to make that junior grade earthquake?"
"Why, I"ve already told you more"n a dozen times, sonny," Hetty replied. "It must of been the combination of them queer eggs and Sally"s milk."
The brush-mustached major sipping his coffee, spluttered and choked.
Beside him, the head of the AEC security force at Frenchman"s Flat leaned forward.
"Mrs. Thompson, I don"t know what your motives are but until I find out, I"m deeply thankful that you gave those news hounds this ... this, b.u.t.ter and egg business," he said.
"Milk and eggs," Hetty corrected him mildly.
"Well, milk and eggs, then. But the time has ended for playing games.
We must know what caused that explosion and you and Mr. Culpepper and Mr. Hatfield," he nodded to Johnny and Barney sitting beside Hetty, "are the only ones who can tell us."
"Already told you," Hetty repeated. Johnny hid a grin.
"Look, Mrs. Thompson," Dr. Peterson said loudly and with ill-concealed exasperation, "you created and set off an explosive force that dwarfed every test we"ve made at Frenchman"s Flat in four years. The force of your explosive was apparently greater than that of a fair-sized atomic device and only our Pacific tests--and those of the Russians--have been any greater. Yet within a half hour or forty-five minutes after the blast there wasn"t a trace of radiation at ground level, no aerial radiation and not one report of upper atmosphere contamination or fallout within a thousand miles.
"Mrs. Thompson, I appeal to your patriotism. Your friends, your country, the free people of the world, need this invention of yours."
Hetty"s eyes grew wide and then her features set in a mold of firm determination. Shoving back her chair and raising to stand stiffly erect and with chin thrust forward, she was every inch the True Pioneer Woman of the West.
"I never thought of that," she said solemnly. "By golly, if my country needs this like that, then by golly, my country"s going to have it."
The officials leaned forward in antic.i.p.ation.
"You can have Sally"s Cloverdale Marathon III and I don"t want one cent for her, either. And you can take the hens, too."
There was a stunned silence and then the Army major strangled on a mouthful of coffee; the security man turned beet red in the face and Dr. Peterson"s jaw bounced off his breastbone. Johnny, unable to hold back an explosion of laughter, dashed for the back porch and collapsed.
The kitchen door slammed and Dr. Peterson stamped out on to the porch, pipe clamped between clenched teeth, his face black with anger and frustration. He ignored Johnny who was standing beside the rail wiping tears from his eyes. Culpepper recovered himself and walked over to the irate physicist.
"Dr. Peterson you"re a man of science," Johnny said, "and a scientist is supposed to be willing to accept a fact and then, possibly determine the causes behind the fact after he recognizes what he sees. Isn"t that so?"
"Now, look here," Peterson angrily swung around to face Johnny. "I"ve taken all I intend to take from you people with your idiotic story. I don"t intend to...."
Johnny took the older man by the elbow and gently but firmly propelled him from the porch towards the barn. "I don"t intend to either insult your intelligence, Dr. Peterson, or attempt to explain what has happened here. But I do intend to show you what we know."
Bright floodlights illuminated the yard and a crew of soldiers were stringing telephone wires from the guarded front gate across the open s.p.a.ce to the ranch house. Beyond the new barbed wire fence, there was an excited stir and rush for the wire as a sharp-eyed newsman spotted Johnny and the scientist crossing the yard. The two men ignored the shouted requests for more up-to-the-minute information as they walked into the barn. Johnny switched on the lights.