"Them", a movie in which ants, mutated by exposure to Los Alamos radioactivity, went about terrorizing people in the desert, made quite an impression on me as a child, considering I was a child living in Richland. I knew there were no giant ants (likely) out in the desert surrounding us, but the possible scenario of them lurking in desert caverns, squeaking over the bones of their victims, was something I thought about at night, going to sleep. And sometimes when I was out playing in the desert, I'd look to the near horizon and squint my eyes against the prospect of a glimpse of their giant heads rearing up and wagging saw-tooth mandibles.

Miss Flame undertook her duties bravely. As you can see it was cold, everyone in coats, and yet Miss Flame stands on her perch bare-shouldered in her evening gown. That's what I call commitment.

Amusing, the intentional contrast between her and the lowly housewife whose job it is to protect Hanford and Richland from flame. I've no idea if Miss Flame was presented as friendly or a dangerous sort of femme fatale against which the housewife was warned to be on the alert.