Word: johnsons
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...weights, McCurdy has Doty and Duno Johnson, a sophomore who came along at the end of the season. He will also have Stan Doten, a broth of a weight thrower, up from the Yardlings. However, whether or not any of them can fill DuMoulin's shoes is crucial for the success of the Crimson...
Major Howard Johnson, 38, U.S.A.F., made a casual stop at a cafeteria one morning last week, drank a cup of black coffee, then went on to work at the Lockheed Aircraft Corp. plant in Palmdale, Calif. There, at Air Force Plant 42, ruddy, husky (5 ft. 8 in.. 170 Ibs.) Pilot Johnson squirmed into a pressure suit, picked up his helmet, oxygen mask and parachute, walked out to a dainty, needle-nosed F-104A Starfighter, a silvery sliver of jet aircraft with short (7½ ft.), knife-edged wings. Johnson checked the plane carefully: 5,000 Ibs. of fuel...
...Major Johnson had already made six trial flights into the 75,000-and 85,000-ft. altitudes. This time was for keeps; the flight would be measured officially both by the instrument package in the plane and by radar and theodolite cameras tracking it from the ground. Screaming down the runway, the Starfighter lifted off at 9:40 a.m.; Johnson headed westward toward Santa Barbara, climbing steeply. At 35,000 ft. he kicked in his afterburner, turned east, still climbing. He leveled off at 45,000 ft., poured straight ahead at about 1,000 m.p.h. As he reached the instrumented...
Higher and higher into the purpling sky streaked the Starfighter-50,000 ft., then 60,000, then 70,000. Laconically, Johnson radioed Edwards tower, made certain that the radar trackers still carried him on their screens. Now, 80,000 ft.: Johnson's pressurized cockpit altitude was 45,000 ft., and his pressure suit automatically inflated with oxygen from a bottle beneath his seat. His afterburner had long since lost nearly all its thrust, but Johnson kept coasting up. At length he knew that he could no longer hold the nose up in the thinning atmosphere, slacked...
...sides for at least four generations. His pale baby face, with its cornflower-blue eyes beneath a tangle of yellow hair, might suggest a choir boy-which he has been. He is exuberantly gregarious, unsophisticated and, on the surface at least, totally untempera-mental. Former Cincinnati Symphony Conductor Thor Johnson recalls that once, in an orchestral tutti during the rehearsal of a concerto, Van rose from the keyboard and walked out. "I called a halt to the music," says Johnson, "and wondered what we could have done to upset the kid." Just then Van looked back over his shoulder from...