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Dates: during 1950-1959
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This new triumph of Soviet science (see SCIENCE), following almost exactly two years after Sputnik 1, showed that the U.S.S.R. is still ahead of the U.S. in the critical field of space. The U.S.S.R. fired two moon rockets into space, missed once, hit once; the U.S. fired five moon rockets, missed five times. The Soviet success, as such, gave the Soviet Union's Chairman Khrushchev, on the eve of his U.S. visit, perhaps the greatest prestige blast-off of all time...
...Salzedo bought a cottage on the rocky shore of Penobscot Bay in Camden, Me., called it the Summer Harp Colony of America. There every summer he teaches some 30 students who are almost always young women and who worship the brilliant, temperamental master (three marriages, three divorces). The practice is constant (five hours daily), the discipline severe. Salzedo must have it that way. For him. at least, "the harp is to music what music is to life...
That worthy is involved in a plot that would turn almost any sky to buttermilk. Out in the state of Washington, rich, square-shooting Stanley Weston is engaged to Marigold Wade, a rancher's daughter. But Marigold keeps putting off the wedding so she can continue a flirtation with her father's foreman, handsome Kurd Blanding. Along from Idaho comes Marigold's cousin, a young lovely named Lark Burrell, and Stanley soon realizes that he is falling in love with...
...when all daddies were rich and most mammas were good-looking. When Author Dermout's first book. The Ten Thousand Things, showed up in the U.S. last year (TIME. March 3). it seemed too good to be true: an I-remember-I-remember exercise in graceful recollection that almost never stumbled into teary nostalgia. Her second book simply proves once again that no art is so sweet as artlessness, no truth so substantial as simple truth...
...Best of all, she can describe a life no longer possible without resorting to plantation tears. Yesterday is offered as a bit of fiction. It does not matter how it is read, as imagination or autobiography; the best thing about this book is the fact that the reader is almost never aware of a fine writer...