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...great megalithic monument on Britain's Salisbury Plain. Stonehenge's origin had been forgotten even in Roman times. Now the diggers know the age of different parts of it, where the great stones came from, and what sort of people dragged them to Salisbury Plain. At the Bristol meeting of the British Association for the Advancement of Science, Prehistorian R.J.C. Atkinson of the University of Edinburgh told the latest Stonehenge theories...
Mark Howe was born in Bristol, R.I., and would not even have achieved a New England birth but for the caprice of a summer vacation. His father was Episcopal bishop of central Pennsylvania, wrote his sermons in Latin and begat 18 children. Young Mark grew up steeped in respectability, devoutness and Victorian culture. By the time he went to Harvard in 1886 and met James Russell Lowell and the senior Holmes, he knew where he belonged. Another adopted Bostonian, Philosopher-Mathematician Alfred North Whitehead, once said that if he were asked to pick one person to send to Mars...
Other earnings reports reinforced the glowing picture. RCA announced record first-quarter earnings of $12,568,000, 25% up over last year, and so did Sinclair Oil and Bristol-Myers. The New York Central made $4,523,646 in April as against $503,682 a year ago and first-quarter net of Standard Oil (Indiana) rose...
...race roared on. With two hours to go, overanxious pitmen poured too much oil into Associated Press the Jag. Its plugs fouled, it fumed and sputtered while Phil Hill's white Ferrari nibbled at the lead. Carefully coached by Oldtimer René Dreyfus (TIME, March 14), the Arnolt-Bristol team nursed their little (1,971 cc.) roadsters along, willing to settle for high honors in their own class. Manhattan Clothes Designer John Weitz, one of the few who had driven his car all the way from New York to Sebring, was pushing the Bristols hard with his chunky...
...Speed Demon. The sleek little (96¼-in. wheelbase) Arnolt-Bristol is no roaring speed demon; its 1,971-cc., six-cylinder engine kicks it along at a conservative 115 m.p.h. maximum. But in a race such as this, René argues, the driver means almost as much as the car. "Any taxi driver can win on a straightaway like Daytona Beach," says he. "At Sebring, the drivers who nurse their cars carefully through the long grind stand a chance of scoring simply because they have finished." With Wacky Arnolt himself, John Panks, general manager of Rootes Motors...