The anchor-hawking glass cooperation brings you crime photographer Hi, it's a birdhouse thing. Okay, Casey. Shay Tony was in here and he dropped this car. Let me see That's A-H-T-M-F-N-I-G. I wonder what that means. Here comes Tony now. Hey, wait a minute. Let's see if I can get it Hi, Tony. What does A-H-T-M-F-N-I-G mean, huh? What you don't know? By everybody knows, Casey. Huh? Everybody knows that means anchor-hawking, the most famous name in glass Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the anchor-hawking glass corporation of Lancaster, Ohio And it's more than 10,000 employees bring you another adventure of Casey crime photographer Ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city Written by Alonzo Dean Cole our adventure for tonight Queen of the Amazon Late afternoon the Blue Note Cafe the door opens admitting a flurry of snow a blast of freezing air and a very cold Ethelbirds ahead bartender. Well, look who's here. Give me a warmer. I'll be quick. Got any fresh coffee? Sure, Casey. Chili out, huh? Chili.  I guess winter's pretty hard on you delicate people. That's you Yeah, this'll make you feel better. Thanks. Thanks. Where's miss Williams? Oh, she's trying to fall out over the office We just finished an 18 mile drive. I thought we both freeze before we get back. Oh, here's miss Williams now Oh, that's a birdie. Hi Annie. Come on sit down. Ethelbird, get her a cup of coffee. Oh, there's no Ethelbird. No can do. Casey We've just been handed another assignment. What? We just got back. No, I didn't know how kind-hearted city We now get back into our nice cold automobile and drive out to a little farm near the Lindenhurst Aircraft plant near Lindenhurst Aircraft. Well, that's 20 miles out and 20 miles back And we cover an attempted burglary and attempted The woman who runs the farm caught the burgers before they could take anything the two eggs are now in cells at the old Turnpike police station. Well, there's no news value and that kind of a yarn certainly not enough to warrant a 40 mile drive in zero Water listen, I'm gonna go up and talk to that murderer that calls himself a city editor I'm gonna tell you what we're gonna have a swell comedy story comedy The two would be burglars took quite a beating from the little farm rats discovered him you see he used to be with a circus Her specialty was bending iron bars into pretzels shape and she was billed as marina queen of the Amazon a circus strong woman Imagine two dopey eggs trying to rob a circus strong lady Yeah, you know, it'll be worth a long cold drive nothing's worth that but let's go Swell businesses new paper rex only dope stick to it Annie my feet are like chunks of ice I can hardly work the brakes in this car. I'll stop crabbing Casey. I'm cold too. Well, yeah Oh, and look for me tuck that blanket around you You know city desks shouldn't have sent you out here in a day like this. Why not? I'm no softy And I'm looking forward to meeting marina queen of the Amazon sounds interesting I was like a homely met the muscle with a personality of a male gorilla. Oh That must be your place Say look if she got a regular name or do we just address her as your majesty queen marina her real name is Millicent Hodges Millicent Looking farmhouse. She has not bad. Well, I turn in and we'll park in the driveway.  Yeah Is she big? I guess 62 at least at 300 pounds. None of it fat. I'm gonna stop here She's coming over.  Yeah Let's get out of here. There's something I can do for you both. Oh, you miss Millicent Hodges We're from the morning express we'd like to get the facts about the trouble you had here today Oh, I didn't have no trouble, mister. That's what them two fellers had who tried to rob me. Yeah, I believe that This is miss Williams. My name is Kate. Please meet you. Hello, Miss Hodges I kind of figured some of your reporters would be getting out here pretty soon Well, I hope you won't mind telling us about what happens.  Oh, that suits me Fine me too. I like cold bracing jays like this. I think that's the kind of tough on you little people That'll hold you for a while. Okay Oh heat again, this is what Cheers you stole from chef. Oh, here's a nice comfortable one miss Williams. I'll take my knitting off it Oh, you're knitting salt. Uh-huh Gentlemen friends. Oh, I wish I was your gentleman friend miss Hodges Dr. Really keep a guy's feet from freezing. Look at a woolen of Annie and this Hodges knit beautifully. Oh, it is Well, that's right. I ain't ever been married yet But you want to hear how I caught them two bums and knocked their heads together.  After the old folks died and with the war coming on it seemed growing food was more important than weight left in Now you can take my pictures anytime you want to. Oh, I hope I look a little better than I did before you look sweat He's one of them flattering man 80 miss Williams. Well, I've never noticed it Look if you'll sit down and tell miss Williams your story I'll just take some informal shots while you're talking and then that later. I'll ask you to pose for a few. All right Well about them burglars now I left the house to go out to the cow barn which I do it just that time every day Until a week ago. I had a good old watchdog who stayed here while I did such chores But he died suddenly it's something poison. I think. Oh Well, then I got inside the barn I remembered that I clean forgot something so I started to go back for it And what did I see but a couple of strange fellas sneaking into my house for the back door? Well, Mr. Casey you took a picture. Yes, miss. I oh, I hope it didn't look awful Mm-hmm. I snapped it then because I thought you looked especially nice. I don't trust you at all I never lie to a good-looking moment.  Mr. Harvey at that time a good hour at least well Then if you hadn't forgotten something and going back down tell us would have gotten away with what they tried to do But they didn't I snuck back to the house soft and easy It must have taken me a good 15 or 20 minutes and here with them two burglars trying to bust open the trunk in my Bedroom where they had time to think I grabbed him taught him a lesson and phoned the cops to come and pick up the pieces They were trying to open a trunk in your bedroom. Yeah, come on. I'll show you There and that old circus pop drunk looks more like a steel safe than a trunk Well, it was built special to carry the big weights I used to my axe It's almost as strong as a safe and it's a dog gone good luck on it Take a long time to open that trunk without a key and I always carry that with me you Keep something valuable in that trunk. Well, I'm not any burger could cash in on very heavy I use it for storage. There's mostly just clothes in there and linens This Williams. I am. Well, it's kind of what you call my whole chair I see just because the girl was big doesn't mean she has to die an old maid Well, you're not the old maid type Miss Hodges. I ain't gonna be one either They is that is everything in this room just as it was when you discovered those two men Pretty here the same dresser set looks like silver Eddie Sterling. I want it in the ladies wrestling contest This very handsome Clark that case is solid 18 karat gold. I got it for busting that hammer throw record They were here in plain sight when those men were here just as you see them now Miss Hodges Why do you suppose they didn't take these things instead of trying to open that trunk the cops asked me that and the answer is I got no idea. There's anything in that trunk that it do anyone, but me the slightest bit of good Oh, there's my doorbell. Hey, excuse me. Yes, go ahead Why do you suppose attempted burglary is becoming interesting Annie? Why do you suppose that watchdog was poisoned last week? Why forgotten about that? Ambrose, my darling. Ambrose. I have company. Oh, Miss Williams and Miss Casey. Would you come out here? Miss Hodges. Oh, I want you to meet my my friend. Mr. Higginbossum. How are you? Mr. Higginbossum. How do you do? And Mr. Higginbossum works at the Lindenhurst aircraft He's one of their most valuable men and Miss Williams and Mr. Casey are from the newspaper Ambrose. Oh about the burglary I suppose. You heard about them burglars, Ambrose? Yes Placement told one of the guards at the plant and the guard told me I'm so glad you caught those crooks, Queenie They were trying to get into our trunk dear. I mean they they might have cleaned me out of house and home if I hadn't stopped them Yes, were you and Miss Williams just about to leave, Mr. Casey. Leave? Well, I told you all there is to tell. Oh I've only taken one picture of you, Miss Hodges. Oh, I'll take the pictures of course.  No, no, I've had nothing to do with the burglary I mean I can be of no interest to your newspaper reader. Oh, Ambrose is the retiring kind. Mr. Casey Why not have one of us do together, Ambrose? It'll be all right now. No Okay Well, I'll take a few more of Miss Hodges alone and we'll be on our way Then Ann will we'll stop at the old turnpike precinct station and see what the cops have learned about the two men that tried to rob you, Miss Hodges. Why would you do that? Hmm? That's my line of business, Mr. Higginbossum And besides that, I'm a curious guy I Got a headquarters report on the fingerprints of those two eggs just before you and Miss Williams walked into the station here, Casey Yeah One of them is Gus Newton. Gus Newton? Well, he's a notorious safecracker. One of the cleverest box men in the racket. Well, he's always going out for furs and jewelry, big stuff Yeah, he must have been awfully low in the chips to be prowling a farmhouse. Well, did you make him talk any? You can make his kind talk, Miss Williams or guys like the other fella. Who's the other fella, sir? Name's Loder. He has the eye on him for suspected espionage and illegal entry into this country. Hmm Funny, ain't it? Yeah What do you know about a guy named Ambrose Higginbossum, sir? Oh, he's the little shrimp big Queenie's suite on works for the Lindenhurst aircraft. Yeah, that's the guy. Is he okay? He couldn't hold a job at Lindenhurst if he wasn't Doing some hush-hush government stuff there and their employees are investigated pretty thoroughly And why do you ask about him? I was just curious. Oh, what do you know about Miss Hodges, Sergeant Rourke? Plenty, Miss William, and all of it good. Queenie's little weak in the head where men are concerned. Her size makes most guys fight shy of her and she don't like it that way. But a better woman hasn't been made yet. I figured that. Well, thanks, Sarge. I'm along, Annie. We'll do back at the office. Yeah, so long, Sergeant. Drop in again when you're out here in the sticks. Yeah, we will. So long. Oh, boy. Hey, your face is cold again. Me too. After I drop you at the office, Anne, I'll have this trip to make again. Why? Because I'd like to know more about that big trunk of Miss Hodges. We've got to pay her another visit this evening. You mean we'll pay her another visit? No, Annie. I'm making this call alone. Oh, why? Annie, look, Miss Hodges is a gal. When a guy wants to make himself popular in Florida, he doesn't go there with a crate of California oranges. No, once most weddings were in June, but today there are almost as many marriages in January. So if you have the problem of selecting a wedding gift, I'd like to suggest Anchor Hawking's amazing new kind of dinnerware, jadeite. 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No. Good-looking gentleman I met here, Mr. Higginbottom. Gone. Ambrose left just a few minutes ago. I cooked dinner for him. You did? Lucky guy that you're as well-cooked. Yeah, oh, I know how to do a few things besides lifting quarter-ton barbells. I've already guessed that. Pick up your own coat, Mr. Casey.  Oh, wait, I've got something in my pocket. I hope you won't think I'm presuming too much and short acquaintance of it. Well, this is for you. That box of it? A few chocolate creams. Hope you like it. Oh, they're my favorite candy. I'm glad. Oh, I suppose you want to take those pictures as soon as possible so you can get back to your office. I'll go pot them a note. Oh, I'm in no hurry. No, no. Matter of fact, I'd like to talk to you while Miss Hodges gets better acquainted. What do you mean, Mr. Casey? Well, isn't often a man meets a woman like you? No, it ain't. I'm a freak, a female giant. Only a few like me in the whole world. But I ain't frameless, Mr. Casey, and not all together. I don't like to be kidded. You ain't signed to kid me, are you? No, Miss Hodges. I figured you, friend. Nice guy.  My friends call me Queenie and we're going to be friends. I know so, Casey. I was trying to put something over on you and you've made me feel like a louse. My cards are face up from this time on. What do you mean by that? I haven't come out here because I want more pictures or because I'm a wolf on the hunt. I'm here to find out what you've got in that trunk that those burglars tried to open. You said to use the trunk for a hope chest. I do. And what business is it of yours, Mr. Casey? There is none. None of my business. I know that. I'm not a cop who has a right to question you. I'm just a newspaper stiff out for pictures and exclusive stories. And you don't have to give them to me. I'm a staff for folks who lay their cards on the table. I'll tell you what you want to know, Casey. Thanks. But learning about that trunk won't give you any big news feed. This has been a secret up to now. Ambrose and I are going to be married. You and Mr. Higginbotham? Uh-huh. Let's make that old trunk born just a hope chest. A full of things I've accumulated for our weddings. Clothes, nice linens, plus a lot of U.S. savings bonds. Ambrose has given me to put away. Saving bonds? Yeah, made out in my name. That's why I told you this afternoon that nothing in the trunk could do a burglar any good. But there's nothing there but clothes and linen and savings bonds in your name? In my name and his. Oh, I'll open the trunk and show you. Come on. Ambrose and I have been having some little arguments about them bonds. You see, he's been giving them to me at least one a week, ever since we got secretly engaged last September. We kept our engagement secret because he was getting a divorce. Oh, divorce? Uh-huh. There's only ten days ago and then to celebrate, he wanted me to let him have the bonds so that he could cash them in and buy me a swell wedding present. Oh, well, just let them bonds stay as they are and draw the interest. They're the only wedding present I want, I told him. But ten days ago you refused to let him have the bonds. Yeah. He was pretty sore about it, and he was sore again tonight because I wouldn't let him have them after them burglars were here. He'll get over his math. I carry the only key that's trunked around my neck. It's kind of precious to me. It's my future, Mr. Casey. Yeah, I understand. Take this out. The bonds are in this compartment in them seals, Manila envelopes. And sealed envelopes?  You see, I don't know how big those bonds are. Some may be only twenty-five, some may be hundreds or bigger. Queenie, will you open one of those envelopes now? Oh, I couldn't do that. Then I'll have to do it. No, no, give me that. I-I won't let you. You're too late now to stop it. Look, look. It ain't a bond. It's just paper. Draftsman's tracing paper. It's a plan of some kind. It's like only a small section of a plan, like part of an airplane wing. I don't understand. I think I do. Queenie, your Ambrose works in the drafting room of Lyndon Hearst Aircraft. They've been working on jet propulsion planes, and your Ambrose has been tracing blueprints. He didn't dare keep those tracings, so he tricked you into keeping them. When his copying was complete, he tried to get the sections back from you, but you refused to let him have those envelopes, which accounts for the attempted burglary today. Oh, you don't mean that Ambrose- As such as one of the burglars you caught here is a known enemy of our government. I-I can't believe it.  Ambrose! Hello, Keegan Potter.  All right, Ambrose. Now, stay that way.  I thought it best to stay around. I let myself in very quietly and have been listening. You're selling out your country. You're something I hoped I'd never meet. A traitor. Certain people will pay me well for those plans. And you conned me into helping you. Nobody would suspect you of hiding stolen plans, and it was so easy to make you believe that I was your devoted future husband. Yeah, that was a sin. Until now, Phil, I thought a worm was the lowest thing on Earth. Your opinion doesn't matter to me, Casey, or hers either. In a few minutes, you'll both be very dead, but first I'll, uh, take my savings bond from this crumb. No, you won't! Don't lock it! Don't lock it! Well, work, Queenie. When he hit his eyes on you, I got him. I got that gun I knocked out of his hand. Oh, I ain't bothered with any gun. I just want my hands on that rat. Can you touch me? Help! Markle, Markle! Pull up your hand! I forgot to tell you fools, I had friends outside. Come in, Joe. These Sambros this week had to call for our help. He couldn't handle these people alone. It's Casey Jumpney, Markle.   Do you even let her lock the trunk again? She has a key in her hand. Take it from her, Joe. Yes, Captain. You don't have to take it. I'll give it to her. Here. Captain, it is broken. Usually. I just busted it in pieces for her young. That's the only key there is. A Queenie or some girl. Ambrose. A garage that joins this house. Yes, sir. There's a door into it from the kitchen. You and Mr. Casey will proceed to that garage, Miss Hodges. I ain't going to... They'll get the drop on us, Queenie. Better do as they say. You're correct, Mr. Casey. Both of you, go. All right. Open that door, Ambrose. I will. You ready, Joe? Yes, Captain. Go into that garage, Miss Hodges and Casey. Okay. Joe. Now! Look out, Casey! He's from behind. As long as I help him. Get rope. Find their hands and feet and gag them.  Get it over. The important thing now is to get those plans. Mark is very loose now, Captain. He is beginning to break free. It has taken a very long time. Die strong, Locke. River dead. To steal. I see them, Ambrose. I put them in my pockets. Now you'll pay me for them. The complete plan is they are ready to assemble. The complete plan, the secret... You will be paid. First, I have another payment to make. Those two in the garage.  Yes. Bring that little crowbar, Joe. It will be a quiet instrument of execution. Come, both of you. I'm looking forward to this. That Casey nearly twisted my arm off and quenched it. There will be nothing personal in their punishment, Ambrose. I don't care why or how they get what's coming to them. Just so they don't get it before they can turn me over to the FBI. Joe. You bound them very securely? Yeah. Even the big woman could not get free, Captain. Ah. See? They land the floor just like we let them. Their eyes are open. They have recovered consciousness. That's good. Put away your gun, Ambrose. None of us need such noisy weapons now. You're the boss, Marko. Yeah. Ah! See you guys to come within our reach. I've finished my mark, Queenie. Oh, sorry. We leave something for the cops to take away. Right. Surprise. Am I? How did you get here? Why? Well, we've been waiting for Higgin' Bossam and these guys to come out of the house and walk into our arms. But then when we heard a battle going on in the garage here, it seemed best to cut in. You've done a job on these birds. Wait a minute, Phil. You knew about Higgin' Bossam and the stolen plant? Well, the FBI doesn't miss many vet cases. I'll say they don't. Well, we've been wise little Ambrose ever since he first traced the section of a secret jet plane blueprint and smuggled it out of the Lindenhurst plant. And after that, we made it easy for him to trace and smuggle out sections of the wrong blueprint. The wrong one? That's right. You see, we had an idea that Higgin' Bossam was using this place as a hideout for the false plan. But our real concern was to find the big boys. You mean, you were watching them in this house when I came here? Uh-huh. We saw you come into the house, but we couldn't identify in the darkness. You were an unexpected development that caused us a little worry. Why did you come here? I was sticking my nose into something I might have known you FBI guys have under control. Say, say, Bill, look, I got a camera around somewhere. How about letting me do a job I do know something about? The crowd of the Blue Note in just a moment, but first let me ask you a question. Tell me, are you proud of the coffee you serve? Well, here's a way to make delicious coffee at a moment's notice without fuss or bother of any kind.  A glass jar of soluble coffee. Put a spoonful of this delicious new kind of coffee in a cup, add hot water. That's all there is to it. But be sure your soluble coffee comes to you in convenient anchor glass jars. That anchor glass jar saves you so much trouble in measuring. There's no waste from spilling. 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Annie, you know what she's going to do? What? She promised to nip me wool socks. Looks like you're going to have some romantic competition, Miss William. As my sister Edna says, quote, in the winter time, the way to a man's heart begins with a pair of warm feet. Unquote. Brian Photographer, starring Stots Cotsworth as Casey, is brought to you each Thursday by the Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation. Makers of Fire King Oven Glass. Anchor Glass Containers. Anchor Caps and Closures. All products of Anchor Hocking. The most famous name in glass. Directed by John Deets. The original music is by Archie Blyer, and the program features Miss Jan Minerazan and John Gibson as Ethelbrod. The part of Queenie was played by Hope Emerson, and Herman Chittison is the Blue Note pianist. This is Tony Marvin saying good night for the Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, with offices in all principal cities of the United States and Canada. 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The first talk is key alternating cyphers in a probable setting, encryption using a small number of public permutations, and the authors are Adrey Bogdanoff, Lars Knudsen, Gregor Lander, Franz Josef Jestandard, John Steinberger, and Elmont Tishhauser, and there's going to be Gregor giving the talk, so. Thanks. Yeah, thanks. Yeah, joint work with Andre Bogdanoff, Lars Knudsen, FX Stander, John Steinberger, and Elmont Tishhauser. So this is the outline of my talk. I'm going to first motivate the topic, then I'm going to state the results, give an outline of part of the proof, interpret the results a bit, and mention some further results that are in the paper, but I'm not going to talk about this, and mention some future topics that seem interesting. So the topic is this cypher, which is phrase the key alternating cypher. So what happens here is that you have a message, M, and then you XOR it with the first round key to K0 up to KT round keys, and you XOR it with the first round key, you apply a first round function, you XOR it with the second round key, apply the next round function and so on, until finally you get your cypher text. And this is not something we design, but this is something that's a very common way to design block ciphers, and the most prominent example is certainly AS. So AS is of this form, but many others exist. And then the kind of natural question you can ask is, is this a good way of the building block ciphers? And then maybe also the natural answer is of course, because nobody can break AS, and so this is a valid way of designing block ciphers. But if you phrase the question like this, so what I mean with this is, is there a generic way to break all these ciphers? And phrase like this, again it seems unlikely because nobody can break AS, but strictly speaking we don't know. So nobody approached this question so far, which except for one round, so one round of this key alternating cypher has been studied in 91 by Ivan Mansur. It's known as Ivan Mansur construction. So this answer that we don't know, the answer to this, I think this is very surprising if you compare it to the state of the art and provable security, especially generic group model where similar questions are answered for different setups of course. And also if you compare it to what happens in the SHA-3 competition for finding the new hash function, this is interesting I think because people often say that we are more familiar with, we are more confident with building block ciphers than hash functions. And example is DES is still okay, MD4, MD5 not really, but if it comes to provable security this is different. So all these SHA-3 finalists come with a proven and idealized model, but no AS finalists had one. So this is a discrepancy. So I hope this motivated why this is interesting to look at. So the result is then the following. So first I'm going to explain the setting. So we are going to model the round functions as ideal permutations, that the adversary has to query to evaluate. And then we are going to count often an adversary has to query these round functions and the cipher itself to have a good probability of success. So we are going to have two worlds, word one where the adversary has access to the round function and also the inverses and he can ask queries to evaluate those round functions and also the encryption oracle. So he has an encryption and decryption oracle. And in the second world what happens is that we replace the cipher by another random permutation. And then the adversary has to tell apart which world he is in. That's the setup. And the result that we are able to prove is that if there's only one round, so only one p1, then you need an adversary needs roughly 2 to the n over two queries to tell away, to be able to tell apart the two worlds. If there's more than one round, then he needs 2 to the 2n over 3 queries to have a good success probability. And the reason result, which is not in the proceedings version, but it's going to be in an upcoming full version is that if you have more than two rounds, then it's 2 to the 3n over 4. And it kind of already gives a pattern what you could hope in general, how this should increase with the number of rounds. But so far we don't have a bound that increases with the number of rounds. OK, a proof outline to say something about what we have been doing. So the initial game is easy. So we sample the permutations p1 up to pt at random. We select random round keys. And then we construct this encryption and decryption oracle. And then the adversary has to tell apart which world he's in. The next thing is modifying this by lazy sampling. So instead of sampling all the permutations and the keys at the beginning, we start with empty lists. So we start with empty lists for all these round functions and also for the encryption, decryption oracle. And then if we receive a query from the adversary to a round function or to this encryption, decryption oracle, we select all round functions at random among all permutations which are consistent with the queries made so far. And then we construct the decryption and encryption oracle again consistent with the queries made so far. And then we answer the query. We update the list. And this clearly gives the same distribution. So this is only a syntactical change. So it does not change the distribution of the two games. So now I'm going to tell you the hybrid. So a slightly modified game that we use to be able to bound the success probabilities. So we changed the game a bit. And this a bit is actually the most technical and involved part. And I'm not going to explain this in detail. So what we do, again, it's lazy sampling, but this time, if you receive a query to PI or E, what we do is we kind of focus only locally. So if we receive a query, we select a random answer Y. And the only thing we check is that PI should be a permutation. And then in the next step, we are going to check for consistency. And I'm going to say what consistency means in a second. And if it's consistent, whatever this means, we output the Y and update the list. And if it's not consistent, then we crash, we give up. And clearly, this is something the adversary will be able to tell. So what is this consistency? Consistency simply says that the encryption or decryption oracle fits to the picture of the key alternating cypher. That's what it says. So it fulfills this equation. And in a picture, the hybrid works like this. So for simplicity, I took n equals 2. So I have only four ns, the block size. So I have only four possible inputs and zero keys. And so what is shown here is this is the encryption, the cypher. And these are the two round functions. And so because the cypher is just a composition of P1 and P2, these things should be the same. So now if I start with a list of queries, the adversary first asks for P1 of 0. I'm going to pick a random answer. I'm going to answer this with 1. So this is updated the list. Nothing happened so far. Now the adversary asks for P2 of 2. And I'm going to, again, pick a random answer. Say this is map to 0. And then he asks, OK, what is the encryption of 0? Again, I pick a random answer so far, no problem. But now the adversary asks for P2 of 1. I pick a random answer. I pick 3. And now this crashes. So this crashes because it's not consistent anymore. Because this line ends up with 3. While this line ends up with 2. So these are not the same functions anymore. And this is where consistency fails. So these mappings are not the same anymore, clearly. So now we have two things to do. We have to show that you cannot win in this modified game without making too many queries. And we have to show that the modified game is only slightly different to what we started with. And so the first step is rather easy. And I'm going to give you a sketch of the proof in the next slides while the second part is not so easy. So this is quite involved. And it's technical. And it's in the paper. And this is also the part which has to be improved if you want to get better points. OK, so I'm going to say only a few things about this step 2. So why is that I'm not going to explain how different this modified game is. But I'm just going to show you that it's actually different. Because this might not be so obvious. So again, a small example with zero keys. And now only three possible inputs. So what happens if I assume these queries have been made so far? And so far there's no problem with consistency in nothing. But now if the adversary makes a query to zero. So he wants to know what is the encryption of zero. So then in the modified game, it's easy to see that none of these answers would destroy consistency. So there's no problem with consistency. But what is the probability of an answer? Because there's no problem with consistency, I'm going to select a random answer between all answers that keep e permutation. And because I don't have any previous query to e, I'm going to get all answers with the same probability, one over three. Now in the original game, what would happen is that I'm not going to look at e, but I'm going to pick p1, p2, and p3 randomly among all permutations that fit to the queries I already made. And now how many possibilities do I have for this? For p1, I have two possibilities. So I have two possible permutations that are consistent with this query that I already made. And the same for p2 and p3. So this gives me eight possibilities in total. So in the original game, at this step I have eight possibilities for choosing p1, p2, p3. But now eight is not invisible by three, and so clearly these distributions are different. OK, back to step one. Step one was the question about what is the success probability of winning in this modified game. So the first observation is that as long as the oracles does not crash, as long as it's consistent, both worlds are actually the same. Because what happens in both worlds is that I just pick a random answer, making sure that all the round functions and the encryption oracle is a permutation. And this is also what I do in world two. So there is no difference as long as it does not crash. So it also means that we have to study exactly this. What is the probability that the modified game crashes? So again, drawing some lines. What is the probability for a crash? OK, so now I modified the picture a bit, because I saw that it's clearer. So I put the inverse of the encryption oracle there, so the decryption oracle. And this thing has to be the identity. So if I put the same queries that I had before, that yielded a crash, so I started with those queries, and then this was the query that resulted in a crash. Because I here started 0, and clearly with this being different, I cannot end up in 0 anymore. So this is inconsistent. So what causes this crash? A crash can be seen as a sequence of queries which are connected in all but one positions. So this sequence of queries is connected here. Obviously, it's also connected here, and it's not connected here. So connected in all but one positions, this is exactly what makes the modified game crash. So and now it's not too hard to bound this probability. So what is the number of sequences? I make Q queries at most to each of the t plus 1 oracles I have, so this gives me at most Q to the power of t plus 1 possible sequences. The probability for a sequence to be connected in all but one positions is t plus 1 for the choice of the position where it's not connected times 2 to the minus t over n. Because for each position where it's connected, the probability to be connected is 2 to the minus n. And I have t positions, and then you're just multiplying them to get an upper bound on the probability for a crash. And this actually caps Q at around 2 to the t divided by t plus 1 n, where t is the number of rounds. And then just to have you shown this in the paper, it looks different. So here I'm not going to into details, but so we have these two parts, and they exactly correspond to these two steps. And this is step one, which I just explained, which is the nice, nice part. OK, so very briefly what does this result mean? So if you want to break this cipher with idealized permutations, then you cannot. Or you have to make a lot of queries. So what does it mean for a concrete cipher? So it means if you want to break a cipher, you can interpret it like this. It's a generic attack, which is also the question I kind of started with. If you want to break the cipher, you have to make use of a special property of the permutation. But special property could be anything. And for a concrete instance, what does this result imply on the security of AES? It doesn't imply anything. OK, so the last part, further results and future work. So in the paper, what we have on top of what I explained here is that we also study the expected resistance for such a construction against linear cryptanalysis. So we compute the distribution of biases for linear approximations where you run over all possible keys. And we have a concrete proposal using AES. And how is this motivated? So this is motivated by the following idea. So the slide says a concrete proposal or how it started. So the proposal is that you, one of the variants of the proposal is that you, for P1 and P2, you take AES with a fixed key. And on top of, and this is not reflected in the general statement, but you take the same key. So you take the same round key everywhere. And then the intuition is that this could be a good block cipher against related key attacks. This is the intuition. And this is how the whole thing started. So we were looking for ways to build block ciphers that have a good chance to give some resistance against related key attacks. And then we started investigating this construction. And then we thought, OK, this is so simple. We should be able to prove something. And then we checked, is there what is known for in the non-related key setting? And it turns out, well, this has to be settled first. So this is something we also have in the paper. Outlining this for future work. Yeah, other future work. So obviously, it would be nice to improve the bound. And then also, it would be nice to get closer to actual constructions. So if you look at AES, then these round functions are not all different. It's always the same round function that's applied. It's an iterated cipher, which makes very much sense for our implementation reasons. So it would be nice to not assume that all these round functions are different, but the same. And it's a similar question. Could you prove a similar result when all the keys are actually the same? And then as a last point, I'd like to mention that from a provable perspective, in this setting, this key alternating cipher does not seem very nice. It seems very difficult to get good bounds. And one could also try to come up with new ways to design block ciphers where having this provable aspect in mind and see if you can find something nicer there. So a bit more on how to improve the bound. We conjecture that the lower bound is actually the one that I derived in this step one. And as I said, we already have improved this to the 3 over 4 in for more than three rounds, more than two rounds. And the first challenging step would be to get a bound that improves with the number of rounds. And that's all I had to say. Thanks. So we do have time for one or two questions. So with this bound, you can find the key. That's all we know. Otherwise, we did not consider this. No, no, the bound is not tight. I mean, this is something you could maybe also hope. Either you improve the bound, or by looking at this involved proof, there might be some kind of new ways of attacking these things. Any other question? Let me actually ask something. So this construction that when you instantiate your construction using AES, are you able to say anything concrete about its security properties? For example, how would your construction instantiate it over AES would behave against some attacks like linear analysis? No. You cannot say anything concrete about that? No. OK. No, no, you have to look at AES. No, I mean conditional, let's say, on some property of AES. Could you say something about? No, no, as I said, for AES, this basically doesn't mean anything. OK. All right. Any other question? Yes, well, let's thank Craig again.


CHAPTER 31 THE THREE SITRONES Well was it in truth said by the wise man, Do not say or you know, nor do all you are able. For both one and the other bring unknown danger and unforeseen ruin. And you shall hear of a certain slave, Be it spoken with all reverence from my lady, the princess, Who, after doing all the injury and her power to a poor girl, Came off so badly in the court, that she was the judge of her own crime, And sentenced herself to the punishment she deserved. The king of Longtower had once a son, who was the apple of his eye, and on whom he had built all his hopes. And he longed impatiently for the time when he should find some good match for him. But the prince was so averse to marriage, and so obstinate, that whenever a wife was talked of, he shook his head, and wished himself a hundred miles off.  Neither could the tears of his father move the prince, nor the entreaties of the court he has softened him, nor the counsel of wise men make him change his mind. In vain they set before his eyes the wishes of his father, the wants of the people, his own interest, representing to him that he was the full stop in the line of the royal race. For with the obstinacy of Corella, and the stubbornness of an old mule with a skin four fingers thick, he had planted his foot resolutely, stopped his ears, and closed his heart against all assaults. But as frequently more comes to pass in an hour than in a hundred years. And no one can say, stop here or go there. It happened that one day, when all were at table, and the prince was cutting a piece of new-made cheese, whilst listening to the chit chat that was going on, he accidentally cut his finger, and two drops of blood, falling upon the cheese, made such a beautiful mixture of colours, that either it was a punishment inflicted by love, or the will of heaven to console the poor father. The wim seized the prince to find a woman exactly as white and red as that cheese tinged with blood. Then he said to his father, Sir, unless I have a wife as white and red as this cheese, it is all over with me. So now resolve if you wish to see me alive and well, to give me all I require to go through the world in search of a beauty exactly like this cheese, or else I shall end my life and die by inches. When the king heard this mad resolution, he thought the house was falling about his ears. His colour came and went, but as soon as he recovered himself and could speak, he said, My son, the life of my soul, the core of my heart, the prop of my old age, what mad brain fancy has made you take leave of your senses? Have you lost your wits? You aren't either all or nothing. First you wish not to marry, on purpose to deprive me of an heir, and now you are impatient to drive me out of the world.  You know not what toils and perils he brings on himself, who goes rambling and roving. Let this wind pass, my son. Be sensible, do not wish to see my life worn out. This house falls to the ground, my household go to ruin. But these and other words went in at one ear, and out at the other, and were all cast upon the sea. And the poor king, seen that his son was as immovable as a rock upon a belfry, gave him a handful of dollars and two or three servants, and bidding him farewell, he felt as if his soul were torn out of his body. Then weeping bitterly he went to a balcony, and followed his son with his eyes until he was lost to sight. The prince departed, leaving his unhappy father to his grief, and hastened on his way through fields and woods, over mountain and valley, hill and plain, visiting various countries, and mixing with various peoples, and always with his eyes wide awake to see whether he could find the object of his desire. At the end of several months he arrived at the coast of France, where leaving his servants at a hospital with sore feet, he embarked alone in a Genoese boat, and set out towards the Straits of Gibraltar. There he took a larger vessel, and sailed for the Indies, seeking everywhere from kingdom to kingdom, from province to province, from country to country, from street to street, from house to house, in every hole and corner, whether he could find the original likeness of that beautiful image which he had pictured in his heart. And he wandered about and about until at length he came to the island of the Ogrises, where he cast anchor and landed. There he found an old, old woman, withered and shriveled up, and with a hideous face, to whom he related the reason that had brought him to the country. The old woman was beside herself with amazement, when she heard the strange whim and the fancy of the prince, and the toils and perils he had gone through to satisfy himself.  Half alive and half roasted, a frying pan would be your beer and a belly your grave, and away with you as fast as a hair, and you will not go far before you find what you are seeking. When the prince heard this, frightened, terrified and aghast, he set off running at full speed, and randomly came to another country, where he again met an old woman, more ugly even than the first, to whom he told all his story. Then the woman said to him, in like manner, away with you, unless you wish to serve as a breakfast to the little ogreses, my daughters, but go straight on and you will soon find what you want. The prince, hearing this, set off running as fast as a dog with a kettle at its tail, and he went on and on until he met another old woman, who was sitting upon a wheel, with a basket full of little pies and sweetmeats on her arm, and feeding a number of jackasses, which thereupon began leaping about on the bank of a river and kicking at some poor swans. When the prince came up to the old woman, after making a hundred salams, he related to her the story of his wanderings, whereupon the old woman, comforting him with kind words, gave him such a good breakfast that he licked his fingers after it, and when he had done eating, she gave him three citrons, which seemed to be just fresh gathered from the tree, and she gave him also a beautiful knife, saying, You are now free to return to Italy, for your labour is ended, and you have what you were seeking.  Then a fairy will come forth from it, and will say to you, Give me to drink. Mind and be ready with the water, or she will vanish like quick silver.   Then taking his leaf he left that country, and coming to the seashore sailed for the pillars of Hercules, and arrived at our sea, and after a thousand storms and perils, he entered Port a day's distance from his own kingdom. There he came to a most beautiful grove, where the shades formed a palace for the meadows, to prevent their being seen by the sun. And dismounting at a fountain, which with a crystal tongue was inviting the people to refresh their lips, he seated himself on a Syrian carpet formed by the plants and flowers. Then he drew his knife from the sheath, and began to cut the first citron. When low there appeared like a flash of lightning, a most beautiful maiden, white as milk, and red as a strawberry, who said, Give me to drink. The prince was so amazed, bewildered, and captivated with the beauty of the fairy, that he did not give her the water quick enough, so she appeared and vanished at one and the same moment. Whether this was a wrap on the prince's head, that any one judge who, after longing for a thing, gets it into his hands and instantly loses it again. Then the prince cut the second citron, and the same thing happened again. And this was a second blow he got on his fate. So making two little fountains of his eyes, he wept face to face, tear for tear, drop for drop with the fountain. And sighing, he exclaimed, Good heavens, how is it that I am so unfortunate?  Faith indeed I have made a fine hand of it. But courage, man, there is still another, and three is the lucky number. Either this knife shall give me the fay, or it shall take my life away. So saying, he cut the third citron, and forth came the third fairy, who said like the others, Give me to drink. Then the prince instantly handed her the water, and behold, there stood before him a delicate maiden, white as a junket with red streaks, a thing never before seen in the world, with a beauty beyond compare, a fairness beyond the beyonds, a grace more than the most. On that hair, Jove had showered down gold, of which love made his shafts to pierce all hearts. That face the God of Love had tinged with red, that some innocent soul should be hung on the gallows of desire. At those eyes the sun had lighted two fireworks to set fire to the rockets of size in the breast of the beholder. To the roses on those lips Venus had given their colour, to wound a thousand enamoured hearts with their thorns. In a word she was so beautiful from head to foot that a more exquisite creature was never seen. The prince knew not what had happened to him, and stood lost in amazement, gazing on such a beautiful offspring of a citron. And he said to himself, Are you asleep or awake Jo Matiello? Are your eyes bewitched, or are you blind? What fair white creature is this come forth from a yellow rind? What sweet fruit from the sour juice of a citron? What lovely maiden sprung from a citron pip? At length, seeing that it was all true and no dream, he embraced the fairy, giving her a hundred and a hundred kisses, and after a thousand tender words had passed between them, words which, as a setting, had an accompaniment of sugared kisses. The prince said, My soul I cannot take you to my father's kingdom without handsome raiment worthy of so beautiful a person, and an attendance befitting a queen. Therefore climb up into this oak tree, where nature seems purposefully to have made for us a hiding place in the form of a little room, and here await my return. For I will come back on wings before a tear can be dry, with dresses and servants, and carry you off to my kingdom. So saying, after the usual ceremonies, he departed. Now a black slave, who was sent by her mistress with a pitcher to fetch water, came to the well, and seeing by chance the reflection of the fairy in the water, she thought it was herself, and exclaimed in amazement, Poor Lucia, what do I see? Me so pretty and fair, and mistress send me here. No, me will no longer bear. So saying, she broke the pitcher and returned home. And when her mistress asked her, Why have you done this mischief? She replied, Me go to the well alone, pitch a break upon a stone. Her mistress swallowed this idle story, and the next day she gave her a pretty little casque, telling her to go and fill it with water. So the slave returned to the fountain, and seeing again the beautiful image reflected in the water, she said with a deep sigh. Me no ugly slave, me no broadfoot goose, but pretty and finest mistress mine, and me not go to the fountain. So saying, smash again, she broke the casque into seventy pieces, and returned grumbling home, and said to her mistress, As come past, Tub fell down at the well, and all was broken in pieces. The poor mistress on hearing this, could contain herself no longer, and seizing a broomstick, she beat the slave so soundly, that she felt it for many days.  Away ran the slave, heels overhead, for she had seen the flash, and dreaded the thunder. And while she was filling the leather bag, she turned to look again at the beautiful image, and said, Me fools of fetch water, better live by one's wits, such a pretty girl indeed to serve a bad mistress. So saying, she took a large pin which she wore in her hair, and began to pick holes in the leather bag, which looked like an open place in a garden, with the rows of a watering pot, making a hundred little fountains. When the fairy saw this, she laughed outright, and the slave hearing her turned, and aspired her hiding place up in the tree. Where she said to herself, Oh ho, you make me be beaten, but never mind, then she said to her, What are you doing up there pretty lass? And the fairy, who was the very mother of courtesy, told her all she knew, and all that had passed with the prince, whom she was expecting from hour to hour, and from moment to moment, with fine dresses and servants, to take her with him to his father's kingdom, where they would live happy together. When the slave, who was full of spite, heard this, she thought to herself that she would get this prize into her own hands. So she answered the fairy, You expect your husband, me come up and comb your locks and make you more smart. And the fairy said, I welcome as the first of May. So the slave climbed up the tree, and the fairy held out her white hand to her, which looked in the black pores of the slave, like a crystal mirror in a frame of ebony. But no sooner did the slave begin to comb the fairy's locks, than she suddenly stuck a hairpin into her head. Then the fairy, feeling herself pricked, cried out, Dove! Dove! And instantly she became a dove and flew away, whereupon the slave stripped herself, and making a bundle of all the rags that she had worn, she threw them a mile away, and there she sat up in the tree, looking like a statue of jet in a house of emerald. In a short time the prince returned with a great cavalcade, and finding a casque of caviar where he had left a pan of milk, he stood for a while beside himself with amazement. At length he said, Who has made this great blot of ink on the fine paper upon which I thought to write the brightest days of my life? Who has hung with mourning this newly whitewashed house, where I thought to spend a happy life? How comes it that I find this touchstone, where I left a mine of silver that was to make me rich and happy?  The paw prints, seeing that there was no help for the mischief, drooped his head and swallowed this pill, and bidding the slave come down from the tree, he ordered her to be clothed from head to foot in new dresses. Then sad and sorrowful, cast down and woe be gone, he took his way back with the slave to his own country, with the king and queen, who had gone out six miles to meet them, received them with the same pleasure as a prisoner feels at the announcement of a sentence of hanging, seeing the fine choice their foolish son had made, who after travelling about so long to find a white dove, had brought home at last a black crow. However, as they could do no less, they gave up the crown to their children, and placed the golden tripod upon that face of coal. Now, whilst they were preparing splendid feasts and banquets, and the cooks were busy plucking geese, killing little pigs, flaying kids, basting the roast meat, skimming pots, mincing meat for dumplings, larding capons, and preparing a thousand other delicacies, a beautiful dove came flying to the kitchen window and said, O cook of the kitchen, tell me, I pray, what the king and the slave are doing today. The cook at first played little heed to the dove, but when she returned a second and a third time, and repeated the same words, he ran to the dining-hall to tell the marvellous thing. But no sooner did the lady hear this music, than she gave orders for the dove to be instantly caught and made into a hash. So the cook went, and he managed to catch the dove, and did all that the slave had commanded, and having scalded the bird in order to pluck it, he threw the water with the feathers out from a balcony onto a garden bed, on which, before three days had passed, there sprang up a beautiful citron tree, which quickly grew to its full size. Now it happened that the king, going by chance to a window that looked upon the garden, saw the tree, which he had never observed before, and calling the cook he asked him when, and by whom it had been planted. No sooner had he heard all the particulars from Master Potladyl, than he began to suspect how matters stood. So he gave orders, under pain of death, that the tree should not be touched, but that it should be tended with the greatest care. At the end of a few days, three most beautiful citrons appeared, similar to those which the odorous had given Traumatiello, and when they were grown larger he plucked them, and shuttered himself up in a chamber with a large basin of water and the knife, which he always carried at his side. He began to cut the citrons. Then it all fell out with the first and second fairy, just as it had done before. But when at last he cut the third citron, and gave the fairy who came forth from it to drink, behold there stood before him the self-same maiden whom he had left up in the tree, and who told him all the mischief that the slave had done. Who now can tell the least part of the delight the king felt at this good turn of fortune, who can describe the shouting and leaping for joy that there was? For the king was swimming in a sea of delight, and was wafted to heaven on a tide of rapture. Then he embraced the fairy, and ordered her to be handsomely dressed from head to foot, and taking her by the hand, he led her into the middle of the hall, where all the courtiers and great folks of the city were meant to celebrate the feast. Then the king called on them one by one, and said, Tell me, what punishment would that person deserve who should do any harm to this beautiful lady? And one replied that such a person would deserve a hempen collar, another a breakfast of stones, a third a good beating, a fourth a draught of poison, a fifth a millstone for a brooch, in short one said this thing and another that. At last he called on the black queen, and putting the same question, she replied, such a person would deserve to be burned, and that her ashes should be thrown from the roof of the castle. When the king heard this he said to her, You have struck your own foot with the axe, you have made your own fetters, you have sharpened the knife and mixed the poison, for no one has done this lady so much harm as yourself, you good for nothing creature. Know you that this is the beautiful maiden whom you wounded with the hairpin. Know you that this is the pretty dove which you ordered to be killed and cooked in a stew pan. What say you now? It is all your own doing, and one who does ill may expect ill in return. So saying, he ordered the slave to be seized and cast alive onto a large burning pile of wood, and her ashes were thrown from the top of the castle to all the winds of heaven, verifying the truth of the saying that he who sows thorns should not go barefoot. End of Chapter 31 Chapter 32 of Stories from Pantamerone This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Joy Chan. Stories from Pantamerone by Giambattista Basire Chapter 32 Conclusion All sat listening to Chometella's last story. Some praised the skill with which she had told it, while others murmured at her indiscretion, saying that in the presence of the princess, she ought not to expose to blame the ill deeds of another slave, and run the risk of stopping the game. But Lucia herself sat upon thorns, and kept turning and twisting herself about all the time the story was being told, in so much that the restlessness of her body betrayed the storm that was in her heart, at seeing in the tale of another slave the exact image of her own deceit. Gladly would she have dismissed the whole company, but that owing to the desire which the doll had given her to hear stories, she could not restrain her passion for them. And partly also not to give Tadeo cause for suspicion, she swallowed this bitter pill, intending to take a good revenge in proper time and place. But Tadeo, who had grown quite fond of the amusement, made a sign to Zosa to relate her story, and after making her curtsy she began. Truth, my lord prince, has always been the mother of hatred, and I would not wish, therefore, by obeying your commands, to offend any one of those about me. But as I am not accustomed to weave fictions or to invent stories, I am constrained both by nature and habit to speak the truth, and although the proverb says, tell truth and fear nothing, yet knowing well that truth is not welcome in the presence of princes, I tremble lest I say anything that may offend you. Say all you wish, replied Tadeo, for nothing but what is sweet can come from those pretty lips. These words were stabs to the heart of the slave, as all would have seen plainly if black faces were, as white ones, the book of the soul, and she would have given a finger of a hand to have been rid of these stories, for all before her eyes had grown blacker even than her face. She feared that the last story was only the forerunner of mischief to follow, and from a cloudy morning she foretold a bad day. But Zosa, meanwhile, began to enchant all around her with the sweetness of her words, relating her sorrows from first to last, and beginning with her natural melancholy, the unhappy aura of all she had to suffer. Then she went on to tell of the old woman's curse, her painful wanderings, her arrival at the fountain, her bitter weeping, and the treacherous sleep which had been the cause of her ruin. The slave, hearing Zosa tell the story in all its breadth and length, and seeing the boat go out of its course, exclaimed, Be quiet and hold your tongue, or I will not answer for the consequences. But Tadeo, who had discovered how matters stood, could no longer contain himself. So, stripping off the mask and throwing the saddle on the ground, who exclaimed, Let her tell her story to the end, and have done with this nonsense. I have been made a fool of for long enough, and if what I suspect is true, it were better that you had never been born. Then he commanded Zosa to continue her story in spite of his wife, and Zosa, who only waited for the sign, went on to tell how the slave had found the picture and had treacherously robbed her of her good fortune, and thereupon she fell to weeping in such a manner that every person present was affected at the sight. Tadeo, who from Zosa's tears and the slave's silence, discerned the truth of the matter, gave Lucia a rare scolding, and made her confess her treachery with her own lips.  And embracing Zosa, he caused her to be treated with all honour as his princess and wife, sending to invite the king of Wood Valley to come to the feast. With these fresh nuptials terminated the greatness of the slave and the amusement of these stories, and much good may they do you and promote your health, and may you lay them down as unwillingly as I do, taking my leave with regret at my heels and a good spoonful of honey in my mouth.


Construction of a new cancer center at Sanford Health in Bemidji is underway, and many involved with the project are excited about what this could mean for area patients. As Mal Meyer reports, the Joe Lucan Cancer Center will hopefully meet a variety of needs for many. Hundreds came to the ceremony to catch a glimpse of the construction and make their own mark on it. Thanks to the vision, generosity, and leadership of each and every one of you here today. We're on the verge of taking cancer care to the next level. During the celebration, representatives from the healthcare provider underscored how the over 20,000 square foot center will expand upon the current offerings from first diagnosis to long-term care. It's a little overwhelming to think about what it's going to do for people and their families. Among the new amenities, patients will soon be seen in 20 infusion suites and 15 exam rooms and get medication at an on-site pharmacy. This facility will bring Sanford Bemidji's cancer center all under one roof. The medical provider hopes that staff will be able to provide better care with new radiation treatment methods and faster results from on-site lab services. The tremendous amount of difference that this new cancer center will make to our team of caregivers and most importantly to our patients. The Joseph and Janice Lucan Family Foundation provided a significant gift in order to create the $12 million building. Even though Joe passed away at 72 after battling cancer, his legacy will live on as the center bears his name. I did have the pleasure of knowing Joe Lucan and serving on him with different committees and boards throughout our community and he'd be very proud today. Now the many people involved look forward to the center opening its doors in the fall of 2018. In Bemidji, I'm Elmire, Lakeland News. Sanford Health says it currently sees 400 patients each year at its cancer center. If you've enjoyed this segment of Lakeland News, please consider making a tax-deductible contribution to Lakeland Public Television.