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...next year, his seaplane landed on the lake inside the crater. Sometimes he has traveled alone, visiting missions, mushing 1,600 mi. with only frozen beans for food. He was the first man to reach the top of Shishaldin Volcano on Unimak Island, the first to make a winter ascent of towering Katmai. "Gosh," he once chuckled to a newshawk, "all the rest of these exploring babies are glad enough if they make one 'first,' and here I am with three...
...received a radio flash from the Stratostat: it had passed Piccard's world record of 10 mi., was still climbing! Another three hours, and the U. S. S. R. had pulled itself up to 11.8 mi., was ready to come down. The descent went as smoothly as the ascent, the U. S. S. R. landing lightly in a meadow about 60 mi. from Moscow. Fully half the 80,000 population of Kolomna, carefully primed by Dictator Stalin's propagandists to witness a great scientific conquest by their nation, poured across the Moscow River to greet the aeronauts. Pilot...
...myself, I am definitely planning to arrange another trip into the stratosphere this July in Belgium," said Professor Augusto Piccard of the University of Brussels to a CRIMSON reporter last night. "It is also possible that I shall return to the United States next year and supervise an ascent near Chicago," Professor Piccard continued...
...engineer, he inherited and indulged a mechanical bent. At 10 he drove a Baldwin locomotive in his father's private railway. That year he saw a balloon ascension at a Sao Paulo fair. Sent to Paris at 18 to finish his education, he had his first balloon ascent at 24 with Machuron, designer of Explorer Salomon Auguste Andree's famed balloon. Straightway he began fiddling with lighter-than-air craft, built ten airships of which No 6 won the 100,000-franc Deutsche prize for the first flight around the Eiffel Tower. His airships solved...
...windswept mesa high above the baked Arizona desert, Hopi Indians gathered last week to appease their gods. Below them were two lesser mesas where parched yellow cornstalks rustled in the dry breeze. Above them, a cloudless sky. Across the dusty desert road and up the steep ascent to the topmost mesa went scores of automobiles packed with curious white men & women. Their interest in the famed Hopi Snake Dance was whetted by the sound of muffled drum beats as they neared the grey mud-&-stone village of Hotevilla. But the Hopi, who had heard those drum beats all night, paid...