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...slightly longer fuel tanks, and burning a hydrazine-based, exotic fuel called Hydyne, which gave more thrust than its motor's usual diet of alcohol. Stuck on its nose was an awkward-looking, cylindrical "bucket" mounted on a bearing so that it could be spun, and containing a cluster of 14 small, solid-fuel rockets, 40 in. long and 6 in. in diameter. Atop the bucket was a single, 80-in., solid-fuel rocket with the satellite proper forming its forward part...
After watching the spooning midwesterners every night during Harvard Summer School, Thresky began to long for a little socializing with the better type of birds. Last August 18 he spread his great wings and hoisted himself off his perch. Shaking off a cluster of admiring Cambridge pigeons and starlings, he cruised down to New Haven and propositioned the Yale Record Owl regarding a joint junket through New York. The owl was at first a bit suspicious. "To woo?" she queried...
...swooped one morning into the state of Kansas, for 20 years solemnly synonymous with Republicanism but now living with a Democrat in the statehouse. On hand to lead the cheers was Governor George Docking, a banker by trade. From the Kansas party regulars, energized like a cluster of flaming first-stage rockets, came cheers, ovations, oohs and aahs, as twinkling Jack Kennedy worked his way down a reception line...
This is the world of Jay and Mary Follet, and of their two small children, Rufus and Catherine. A few streets away live uncles and cousins and grandparents. A few miles out in the country is another solid cluster of relatives, and up in the timeless hills survive even more ancient progenitors. Safe, warm, sweet almost to the point of cloying, this is a world nourished on love, protected by kindness, impervious to small failures or vaulting ambition. It is shattered by the sudden, meaningless death of Jay Follet in an auto accident...
HOUSE OF LIES, by Françoise Mallet-Joris (311 pp.; Farrar, Straus & Cudahy; $3.75), is a novel with a curiously old fashioned, even Gothic air. An old, wealthy brewer is slowly dying of heart disease in a provincial Belgian town. Around him hovers a cluster of relatives who live for nothing more than the huge fortune they hope to slice. Only one person cares nothing for his money-an illegitimate daughter whom he has acknowledged, taken into his home and educated. Anything but original as a plot-but Author Françoise Mallet-Joris, still only 27, has already...