The other day I'm watching TV (yeah, big shock) and a battery commercial comes on. In the commercial a woman is frantically looking for her wayward son. She whips a device out of her purse and is able to track his location. Cut to happy ending.Besides thinking this commercial was a little creepy, it also reminded me of a Donald Duck comic. Donald has taken Huey, Dewey and Louie camping, and in the height of laziness, he attaches uranium buttons to the tops of their caps (see above scan) so that he can track them with a scintillator. (yeah, I had to look it up.)
Could you just buy uranium during the 50s?


