Word: cabinent
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Another instrument which crowds the cabin of the Atlantis bears the unprepossessing name of Geomagneticelectro-kinetograph (affectionately known as the "geek") and measures temperatures difference in the water by exploiting changes in the earth's magnetic field in a long wire loop dragged behind the boat. Using the principles of this instrument, the Institute experimented last fall on the current that runs through the Florida straits by hitching up electrodes on either end of the Western Union cable that runs to Havana and measuring the potential between the ends. Calculation with the potential gave the amount of water that flows...
Parysko was running down the Sherbourne Ski Trail, in all probability, to get help at the Spur Cabin, occupied by some members of the Harvard Mountaineering Club, its owner. Their letter says "The final irony of fate is that he died just a few yards beyond (our) Spur Cabin . . ."The path leading some 75 yards form the trail to this cabin is marked only by tree blazes (which are as good as invisible at night) but is indicated by no sign whatever. There is but ONE sign of which I know that indicates the way to the H.M.C. cabin...
...members of the H.M.C. will find an entry I made during the Christmas recess it the log book in their cabin. It notes that Parysko and myself had spent seven hours trying to locate the place, and pleads for signs indicating the cabin. It is signed by both of us. Had some action been taken to adequately indicate the way to Spur Cabin, there might not have been the double fatality of a week...
...December, Parysko and I asked at the A.M.C. cabin if there were any reason for the Harvard Mountaineering Club's failure to mark the way to Spur Cabin. The answer we were given: "Those Harvard boys want privacy." They still have...
Come on down." "Drag Chute Out!" The pilot, with his air tube wide open, letting a steady stream of frozen misty air blow on his face (the frozen air turned to snow and fell like soft hail inside the cabin), strained for a view of the field. The scopehead, his eyes glued to his radar, spoke for the first time at about 400 ft. above the ground. "You're just off a bit to the right," he said. Seconds later, the wheels chirped on the runway. The B-47 didn't bounce, just scraped, then the plane settled...