Phil Zumbruch (firstname.lastname@example.org),
of LOB (www.lob.tf).
LOS Angeles, Calif. — Sound Photo — “Mom when I get back there’s just one thing I want — an honest-to-goodness egg that comes in a shell, not powdered.” When Mrs. Louis Heitman read that letter from her son in the Army, The Atom, the interesting pullet shown above, must have been looking over her shoulder because it layed an egg that weighed eight ounces and measured nine and thee-quarters inches. A normal egg weighs one and three-quarters ounces. Her son will n ot be home for some time and Mrs. Heitman will place the egg in cold storage and hope for the best.
Found in: “The Post Dispatch”, January, 1963.