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Moscow said nothing. But in San Francisco, Professor Simon Peter Alexandrov, one of the two official Soviet witnesses at Bikini, stepped ashore from the U.S.S. Panamint with startling news. Alexandrov (who works at the Moscow Central Institute of Research in Non-Ferrous Metals) said that his country was preparing to set off its own experimental atom bomb "some place in Russia where it would not be dangerous to people or wildlife (see below) . . . Siberia, in the mountainous area of Russia, in the Arctic or in the islands north of Canada. . . Very likely members of the United Nations will be invited...
From the Appalachian's special radio teletypes, reporters will be able to send more than 200,000 words a day. Sailing from Hawaii with the "Big Apple" will be her sister ship, the U.S.S. Panamint, with the U.N. delegation, scientific observers and four more newsmen. The newsmen aboard the "Big Apple" and the Panamint will witness The Drop from 15 or 20 miles away, will probably not get their best stories until their ships move in close to look at the devastation later. Of the 169 newsmen converging on Bikini, only three reporters and a half-dozen photographers will...
...Parson of Panamint" is an attempt to put Charlie Ruggles in a character role. This isn't the old Charlie you used to know: he has thrown away his delayed response and his bewildered expression, and emerges as a philosophical sort of fellow, the hero of the picture. Panamint is a town (not a chewing gum), and Mr. Ruggles is its boss (not its parson). Though it starts rather slowly, with a gloomy sort of flashback, it soon gets moving and hits a quick and gripping pace...
...angry sun beats down as though it might bubble the dust. Heat pours out of a merciless sky and heat swirls up from the scorching desert floor to meet it. Glimmering waves of heat dance out of the iron-hot Funeral Range and Panamint Mountain until it seems that the whole world lies waiting for one final and consuming igneous blast. . . . Then, on the waltzing surface of distant alkali, a lake of sweet cool waters appears. But the wise desert rat astride his fuzzy burro passes his tongue between cracked lips, smiles ironically and sets the portent down as Death...
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