Word: decking
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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With no smokestacks, the Bainbridge looks more like a sleek runabout than a warship. Oil-fueled destroyers are soon coated above and below deck with grease and grime, but the Bainbridge is as clean as an operating room. White linen curtains flutter at the portholes in the wardroom. The cabin for visiting admirals is decorated with artificial yellow roses. Contemporary paintings, presents from the Bethlehem Steel Co.. which built the ship, hang in the ship's cabins and wardrooms...
...Midway Island, where the aircraft carrier Kearsarge waited. As the capsule started its descent through the atmosphere, officers watching radar on the Kearsarge could hardly believe their eyes: the Sigma 7 seemed to be heading directly for the Kearsarge, looked as if it might land right on the flight deck. Borne by its parachute, it finally landed only four miles from the carrier, hitting the proverbial pickle barrel after 155,000 miles of flight...
...keep Sigma 7 afloat. Then the Kcarsarge launched a whaleboat, which attached a line to the capsule. With Navy punctilio. Schirra formally asked the Kearsarge's captain for "permission to come aboard.'' "Permission granted." said Captain Eugene P. Rankin. After blowing the side hatch on deck. Schirra climbed out and was borne away for a physical examination and hours of dictating his observations. Doctors reported that he showed no ill effects from his nine-hour flight...
...against the trial horse Vim, Gretel had shown an alarming tendency to heel over in heavy weather. Hoping to correct it, Sir Frank Packer, head of the syndicate behind the Australian contender, ordered her 90-ft. aluminum mast stepped forward 19 in. Her rigging had to be reset, her deck drilled and patched, her vast sails recut. When Gretel slipped off the ways, she still had to test her sheets, still had to learn if the new rigging would let her steer easier in fresh breezes and add a crucial fraction of a knot to her speed...
Dirty Deal. Philosophically, Jones has always been that most tiresome of fel lows, a proudly ignorant cynic who is convinced that the inscrutably stacked deck of the universe will always produce a dirty deal. But as a writer, at least in Eternity, he had rare storytelling power. Prizes (the 1952 National Book Award) and plenty of cash (mainly from Hollywood) gave Jones a mobility he might have used to grow beyond his army themes. Unhappily his latest book. The Thin Red Line, like those preceding it, has not reached out to new subjects or ideas. Instead, it turns back again...