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...plot is simple enough. Hampton Hurl, the Director of NATCHURAD (the Peace Corps), receives orders from a relative who is Higher Up that he must personally lead a Corps mission to the tiny island of South Embalmo, PEQ. By foul and fair means, he recruits some volunteers, and flies to the island, where, to his pleased surprise, he soon solves an important South Embalmo problem: men. For, as chief Mama Tia explains, South Embalmo has no males in its population. Idyllic problem-solving days pass, until Hurl learns that Noose Publications is planning a feature on the Corps...

Author: By Joseph L. Featherstone, | Title: Peace Decorum | 3/22/1962 | See Source »

Once again the U.S. braced to hurl Marine Lieut. Colonel John Glenn into orbit about the earth-and once again the flight was canceled...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Space: Grounded Astronaut | 2/9/1962 | See Source »

...detect satellites, NORAD has a new electronic fence across the Southern states of the U.S. Its transmitters hurl radio energy hundreds of miles from the earth; its receivers catch satellite reflections for quick triangulation and tracking. It has detected space junk as small as a 14-ft. strand of wire from an old satellite. Says Captain Orville Greynolds, a spacetrack officer in Colorado Springs: "No one could launch a space vehicle and keep it a secret. We are positive we have checked and tracked all Russian objects now in space...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Defense: Eyes Toward the Sky | 1/12/1962 | See Source »

...weather McDonnell F4H Phantom II, which last week set a new world's speed record for jet flight of 1,600 m.p.h. To launch one of its 100 planes every 15 seconds, the Enterprise will use four steam-operated catapults that are so powerful that they could hurl a Cadillac sedan a mile and a half straight up into...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Armed Forces: The Mightiest Ever | 12/1/1961 | See Source »

Lilacs bloom listlessly in the dooryards, and the fluid play of baseball is again at hand. Shrill raucous crics of encouragement and derision shatter the cool air above Fenway Park, unruly urchins hurl dirty oranges and even dirtier epithets at their adversaries. Only the umpire's stolid face, inflexible as Procrustes' bed, retains its wintry imperturbaility...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Our Team | 4/14/1961 | See Source »

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