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...seated blood vessels, no edema, normal sensitivity. Then the machine sorted the cards, rejecting those that did not match the patient's symptoms. It offered half a dozen as meeting all the requirements, e.g., congenital syphilis, result of an old injury or chemical burn-more likely from an alkali than an acid. From these, Paycha could make a careful diagnosis...
Desert Rocket Range. Holloman is a dreary post in an alkali-dusted desert, but some of the Air Force scientists' most spectacular achievements have been accomplished there. From a tall steel tower Aerobee rockets scream into the sky, carrying instruments to explore the boundaries of space. Sixty Aerobees have been fired, carrying 150-lb. payloads to 70 miles. The new Aerobee-Hi (two have been fired) carries the same load to 150 miles. The Aerobees are research rockets, not weapons, but Holloman also tests moderate-range guided missiles...
...myth is the only reality worth bothering about. A thousand cap pistols will leap from their holsters to protest this attempt to debunkhouse the cowboy. By the time the reader is led by the book's two vicarious vaqueros to their massive cowboy bibliography (306 solemn references), his alkali-parched lips may well be forming a song...
...Houghton Mifflin; $3.95) is the story of the age of slaughter when, in the space of 20 years, the hide hunters wiped the buffalo herds from the face of the West. From Texas to Idaho they left "nothin but bones layin white in the sun like an alkali flat . . . and the wagon wheels breakin em like sticks." Milton Lott. 35-year-old millwright who got a Houghton Mifflin fellowship for this first novel, was born and raised in the Snake River country, the scene of his story. He describes his hunters' comfortless lives with an intimacy of detail that...
...Persians waiting to do battle at Thermopylae in 480 B.C., the plain of Anthele lay bleached and barren. No trees grew to shade its parched acres from the relentless Grecian sun; no water flowed over the bank of the winding Sperchios River to wash them clear of salt and alkali. For generations, no local farmer even bothered to put his plow to the 9,000 useless acres of the plain, and even those who worked the stingy lands on its edge were forced to content themselves with only the scantiest yields...