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Other summer schools give their students a taste of the local customs. Wyoming University, for example, holds a mammoth buffalo barbeque. Certainly Harvard, in tradition-laden Massachusetts, can do as well. We propose, as a start, that the School sponsor a giant clam-bake at one of the local beaches. Such an event would be more than nourishing: a far better mixer than the Continental ballroom or a Yard Punch, it would make the heat much easier to take...
Spread over miles of desert near Albuquerque, shallow disks of special plastic material bake in the sun. Connected by wire to a central laboratory, they are scintillometers set out to watch for enormously powerful cosmic rays that smack into atoms in the high atmosphere and, as a result of the crash, spray the earth's surface with millions of subatomic particles. Despite the minute size of his quarry, Physicist John Linsley of M.I.T., who operates the ray trap, reported a tremendous catch: a shower of 50 billion particles...
Leighton is still active as chairman of the youth division of the Cambridge YMCA, vice president of the board of trustees of the Judge Bake Guidance Clinic (one of the country's leading child behavior labs), a member of the Harvard Athletic Committee, and acting chairman of the Phillips Brooke House Association Committee...
...evening ended with Richard Strauss, a composer of whom Madame Schwarzkopf is particularly fond. Listening to Schlechtes Wetter, one knew why. The song is about a mother who will bake a cake for her lazy daughter who sits at home. It ends in a soaring waltz straight from Der Rosenkavalier: Schwarzkopf's voice here was all whipped cream and Sachertorte. Not satisfied with this dessert, the audience demanded three encores before the soprano took the bouquets of roses from the piano as a sign that the concert was over. The reluctance to leave was understandable: it was a treasurable recital...
...Pilot Fitzhugh Fulton began their countdown prior to dropping the X-15 for its flight. Midway in the countdown, Walker interrupted by radio: "We've lost our liquid-nitrogen cooler. My mixing chamber quit." Without the cooler both his special flight suit and his cockpit would turn into bake ovens in the searing, supersonic flight to come. As the mother plane circled slowly, Walker jiggled the mixer handle. "I've worn out my fingers," he complained. Then: "That was touch and go. I've got it on again...