Word: pads
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Trailing orange flame, a 75-ft. Atlas ICBM rocketed off its launching pad at Cape Canaveral, Fla. last week and disappeared out over the Atlantic. Shortly afterward the Air Force issued a proud announcement: the big bird had flown successfully over a test course of several hundred miles. Reports had it that the missile, the seventh Atlas to be fired and the third to complete its programed course, was preset to swerve sharply after burnout in a test of structural strength. Apparently it scored...
...launching pad at Cape Canaveral one afternoon last week thundered an Army Jupiter-C rocket. Seven minutes later, the rocket popped a satellite into orbit. What was even more remarkable than this space-age achievement was the fact that the world accepted the news of a third U.S. orbiting moon with a great deal less flutter than that accorded the winners of Hollywood's Academy Awards (see CINEMA...
Space Journal went on the launching pad at Huntsville in 1956 when an aeronautical engineer named B. Spencer ("Billy") Isbell decided he could raise some cash for the local Rocket City Astronomical Association, Inc., by publishing a space magazine for laymen. Editor Isbell, 32, who had no publishing experience brought in ex-Newsman (Montgomery Advertiser) Ralph E. Jennings, 34 sometime ghost writer for Rocketeer von Braun. Working in off-hours, the two started one of the most unscientific countdowns in magazine launching. Isbell and Jennings simply guessed that 50? a copy was a fair price, decided that $200 was plenty...
...built thrust. It lifted in grandeur in the morning sun, trailing a white-hot fire that looked like an inverted candle flame. Seconds after lifting-first slowly, then ever faster-Vanguard's farewell roar reverberated over the Cape in a blanket of sound. Half a mile from the pad, Canaveral men cheered: "Go, baby, go! Keep going, baby! Don't quit, baby...
...Edna Ferber is still not over the bestseller habit, even though her books relentlessly suggest that bestsellers do not make the best reading. She has, as a critic once said of Edmund Wilson, "pencil, pad and purpose." Six years ago Novelist Ferber worked up some travel notes and impressions into Giant (TIME, Sept. 29, 1952), a novel about Texas that was as close to the mark as a tenderfoot's lariat, but waspish enough to infuriate Texans and amuse the citizens of the other 47 states. After Texas what? Alaska, naturally, and it is a safe bet that Edna...