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...limelight at a 43rd birthday party for Governor Gerhard Mennen ("Soapy") Williams' wife Nancy was a great big cake thoughtfully donated by a Lansing restaurateur, who happens to have the cafeteria concession in the new State Office Building. Modeled after the State Capitol, the 48-layer, 4½-ft-tall goody measured 22 ft. in perimeter, weighed 650 Ibs., required 500 eggs, 90 Ibs. of butter, 120 Ibs. of sugar, was hauled to Detroit by truck in six sections. Sharing the buttercream mess with some 4,000 guests, the Governor paid his pretty wife the obvious, ultimate compliment...
Today we have specialists in various aspects of sex as well as those who cull a little from each. There are undressing specialists who give us an accounting of every several button, strap, and bow, layer by layer, garment by garment. James M. Cain established the now large school of clothes-ripping technicians, who have shredded enough lingerie to clothe the poor of the world. James Jones contributed shorts-shucking, which follows halter-dropping in sequence. There are specialists in the texture and surface temperature of the body, ranging in the first case from marble to velvet; in the second...
...really dependable safety device, say Huston and Miller, should tell on its own when the reactor is starting an excursion. The best way to trigger its action is to combine a pad of material containing uranium with a layer of high-melting solder. When the neutrons in the reactor rise above a critical level, showing that an excursion has started, the uranium fissions at a rate that creates enough heat to melt the solder. Then high-pressure gas will shoot neutron-absorbing poison into the reactor. Even if other controls have failed, this last-ditch nuclear fire extinguisher will keep...
...nose cone of a three-stage rocket, a man lies on his back with his knees drawn up, waiting for the explosion that -will thrust him into space. Blastoff. The roar swallows him; intense vibration courses through his shackled, layer-enveloped body. He is hurtling into the inky empyrean where the sun's rays give no light, where there is no such thing as height, where there is no up and no down -where, if he drops his guard for an instant, the irresistible forces of the cosmos will destroy...
...high but steady speed; when the second stage blasts off, he can take it, and his body is also ready for the acceleration of the final blast. On reentry, the g forces loosed by deceleration are likely to be far more perilous. Impact of hitting even the thinnest outer layer of the atmosphere head-on at 18,000 m.p.h. is like driving a car through a blast furnace against a cliff at 60 m.p.h. To slow down, the pilot may have to glide in at an angle of no more than 4°, then skip out to cool...