Word: going
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Died. Henry Thacker Burleigh, 82, Negro baritone who composed (or arranged) more than 50 spirituals (Deep River; Go Down, Moses) and some 200 songs, acquainted Antonin Dvorak with Negro folk music that became thematic material for his symphony From the New World; in Stamford, Conn...
...week's end, 32-year-old Paul Coates had gained five pounds. He had sampled Scotch haggis (oatmeal and suet pudding), frankfurters & sauerkraut, spareribs, and potato latkes (pancakes), still had some 250 meals to go. A thoughtful reader had sent him a tin of baking soda, but Coates was no quitter. Gritted he: "I'll follow through...
Fire! Then Murphy counted by seconds: "X minus 10 . . . 9 . . . 8 . . ." When he reached "5," Rosen ordered: "Fire!" A man at the control board pushed a switch, setting off the rocket's igniter. The rocket was not supposed to go off until "zero," but as Commander Murphy chanted "4 . . . 3 . . ." an enormous, fiery blast broke out from under its fins. For a fraction of a second, the rocket hesitated. For another fraction it rose slowly. Then it rose like a streak, as if an irresistible force had picked it off the earth and tossed it into the sky. Behind...
...much more easily damaged by X rays than adult bone. X rays are deliberately used to stunt the growth of one leg in a child whose other leg has been shortened by disease. Hempelmann suspects that such stunting might result from the use of X-ray shoe fitters, and go undetected for years...
...took a long time, while the tension grew. At X minus 30 minutes, a cascade of white smoke billowed out of a vent near the nose of the rocket, showing that the tanks were full. "This is a marginal firing," warned an Army major. "If it doesn't go off promptly, run for the blockhouse. If it starts to topple, fall flat." Even the Glenn Martin men were pessimistic about this new-design Viking. "She's like a woman," one remarked. "There's nothing wrong with her . . . we just don't understand...