Word: cords
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Clad in his cumbersome space suit and connected to Gemini by a white, 25-ft. oxygen and communications cord, Cernan methodically began his work. He attached a rearview mirror to the docking bar near Gemini's nose so that Stafford could watch and photograph him through a forward-facing window while he maneuvered near the aft end of the craft. Just behind the hatch, he clamped a 16-mm. movie camera into place...
Swiveling his shoulders and hips, Cernan inched cautiously around the craft and tried to familiarize himself with the strange dynamics of the umbilical cord in the vacuum of space. At one point, the cord wrapped itself around him. "The snake's all over me!" shouted the surprised astronaut. For still unexplained reasons, Cernan-like Ed White before him-had to struggle constantly against a tendency to soar above the spacecraft at the end of his cord...
...rejoice in the sampling of newly minted replicas. Milwaukee's SS Automobiles Inc., which last year began turning out reproductions of the 1920s' doorless Mercedes-Benz SSK Roadster under the name Excalibur SSK, has added a four-seat Mercedes Phaeton. Price: around $7,500. The classic American Cord has returned as a scaled-down convertible (four-fifths original size) that, like its predecessor, comes with front-wheel drive. Included in the $5,950 price: a one-way plane ticket to the factory in Tulsa, Okla., where the customer picks...
...timber, which the Japanese then cleverly turn into musical instruments. France's Pechiney has a contract for an aluminum plant at Slatina; Sweden's ASEA is building $10 million worth of electric locomotives to replace Rumania's wheezing steam behemoths. Chatillon of Milan has a rayon-cord-tire factory in the works near Brăila, while Italy's Carle & Montanari will add to Rumania's already ample waistlines with a chocolate works in Bucharest...
Deep in the bowels of Widener, an unnoticed cardboard box languishes under a soft blanket of dust amid myriad shelves of forgotten books. Once every few days, a leisurely old man walks down the silent aisle and stops, pulling the cord for a naked bulb to dispel the gloom. Bending over to the bottom shelf, the white-haired man takes out the box and lifts its lid. He smiles...