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Chemists located the treasure long ago, and the knowledge that many valuable elements, including gold, are found in sea water has nourished a long dream of riches. But try as they would, no seawater miners could recover precious metals in practical quantities. Germany's famed Chemist Fritz Haber spent years after World War I trying to extract gold from the ocean to pay off his country's war reparations. He failed, and finally gave up the struggle. But in Angewandte Chemie (Applied Chemistry) another German chemist tells how he took a long step toward success, using subtle modern...
...about the remarkable girl who impersonates the remarkable Fanny Brice. Meanwhile, Senior Editor A. T. Baker wanted to know what ever happened to Nicky Arnstein, Fanny Brice's former gangster husband, who was last heard of years ago somewhere in Los Angeles. TIME'S Hollywood Reporter Joyce Haber mobilized the help of three police departments, the Nevada Gaming Control Board, the intelligence unit of the Treasury Department, lawyers, nightclub owners, columnists and several helpful hoodlums. She finally tracked him down in a shabby Los Angeles hotel, providing a classic footnote to the story...
...five week's preparation for this week's cover story on Loewe and his lyricist partner, Alan Jay Lerner. The process began when Grunwald and Show Business Writer John McPhee watched the new Lerner-Loewe show, Camelot, on its second night-in Toronto. Soon afterward, Researcher Joyce Haber was assigned to the story, spent 14 days in Toronto and Boston interviewing the mercurial Loewe and getting back-ground information from others in the cast (plus a miserable cold, perhaps inherited from Star Richard Burton). Once, while Researcher Haber and Loewe were dining at Toronto's Franz Josef...
Contributing Editor John M. Scott said he expected to be called to lifeboat drill. There were some cries of alarm and many squeals of delight: Books Researchers Joyce Haber and Ruth Brine found themselves in a cozy, five-window corner office that hung over the city like a B-36 turret...
Nothing to Say. To stay abreast of the missile era, the Magazine has added to its list of contributors many a starlit name from the ranks of space engineers, e.g., Hugh Dryden and Heinz Haber, remapped the firmament in its monumental Sky Atlas (price: about $1,200), even peddled (for $2) a Sputnik-tracing kit for the edification of backyard satellite hunters. But it remains solidly indentured to the principles laid down by Gilbert Grosvenor years ago, still segregates advertising and editorial copy, runs no liquor, tobacco or real-estate ads, hustles no lagging subscriber, still refuses to say anything...