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...Stockton, Calif., Amos Alonzo Stagg, football's lean and slippered pantaloon, sat down to his 89th birthday dinner (half cup of pea soup, two ears of corn, peaches and milk-"Never any fuss about birthdays at our house") and made plans for his 62nd year of coaching. This fall he will return to Susquehanna University, Selinsgrove, Pa., where he has been co-coach with his son Amos Alonzo Jr., 52, for the past four years...
...story with scores of human actors, Ericson and Lockhart stand out as sharp, deeply drawn characters. Ericson, an easygoing veteran of the merchant service, hardens slowly into a killer as cold as a shark. He does not lose his humanity, but it shrinks up inside him like a dried pea. Lockhart is a richer and more appealing nature. He hardens in authority but he does not shrink. He broadens and deepens in his knowledge of men, and at the end, he not only can bear the weight of war, but can shoulder a home-base love affair with some weights...
Fast Firing. In ten years, if all goes well, the U.S. will be equipped with guided missiles and proximity-fused spinning rockets. But right now the need is for a fast-firing, high-velocity 30-or 57-mm. cannon to fill the gap between pea shooters and rockets, and topnotch industrial engineers to design and produce them...
...secreted by the front part of the pituitary, a pea-sized gland near the base of the brain. Like ACTH, it is a master hormone which seems to control some of the workings of the entire body. Just what these workings are, Dr. Selye does not yet know; he is trying to fit the reactions caused by STH into his vast and complex theory of the body's adaptation to conditions of stress (TIME, Oct. 9). But he thinks he is on the track...
...sense of humor that bursts out like a prisoner escaping from a dungeon; occasionally there is evidence of Spender's acute eyes & ears, e.g., his description of antiaircraft fire as "like immense sheets of lead falling slowly through the sky, rattling and uncreasing as they fell." Then the pea-soup fog of shame descends again, and Poet Spender plods sadly on, carrying his backbone like a broken reed...