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First Beep. With this work well underway and no satellite launching expected for some time, Van Allen was not a man to sit around idly. He got aboard the Navy icebreaker Glacier and headed for Antarctica to measure cosmic rays near the South Magnetic Pole. On Oct. 4, when the Glacier was wallowing southward across the Pacific, a report that the Russians had launched a satellite came over the ship's radio. Van Allen went to work on the Glacier's 20-mc. receiver, and within half an hour it yielded vigorous beeping sounds. That was Sputnik...
Signaling U.S. officials in Oslo, local miners quickly began work on extending a small glacier airstrip for the use of U.S. planes. Then the U.S. Air Force got permission from the Norwegian government to send out search planes from its base near Reykjavic, Iceland and from U.S. bases in Germany. Later, two U.S. C-130 cargo planes touched down at the makeshift runway at Longyearbyen, unloaded two helicopters that the U.S. hurriedly leased from the Norwegian government...
...Wishie Weasel Head got mixed up with an old lady at Heart Butte," read the item in the weekly Browning, Mont. Glacier Reporter (circ. 1,200). "So the old woman pick up a jug of Gallo and whack him over the head and was soaked in wine. He was hospitalized for several days so don't bother an old lady...
Milo K. Fields, editor-publisher of the Glacier Reporter, used to worry that Tatsey's pungent reporting might draw libel suits. He worries no more. Most of Tatsey's neighbors-Mrs. Maggie Chief All Over, Francis B. (for Bull) Shoe, George Running Wolf Jr. and Sr.-complain only when they are ignored in his column. And the few who do mind Correspondent Tatsey's frank exposures get nowhere with Weasel Necklace, who doubles as a policeman on the 1,252,000-acre reservation. "I just tell them what's what," says Columnist-Cop Tatsey. "And that...
...undergraduate, Gertrude spent her leisure time in argument ("the air I breathe"), at the theatre and opera, and in taking long walks. To the end of her life, she liked walking; someone has said that she moved like a souped-up glacier, or like a mass of primordial mud. Though young ladies did not usually walk alone at night in those days, Gertrude knew she was safe. In fact, she promised to climb a tree at the approch of a masher--then drop on him and squash...