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...British jobs were curtain raisers. The Commission's Liberty shipbuilding soon got under way. First to be delivered: the Patrick Henry from the Bethlehem-Fairfield yard in Baltimore. An endless brood of Liberty ships, unbeautiful but worthy, began to plop into the waters. The fabulous Henry J. Kaiser (dams, concrete, magnesium) spat on his hands, went to work at Portland, Ore. Under Kaiser's son, Edgar, operating 24 hours a day, seven days a week, the Oregon Shipbuilding Corp. yards were launching two ships a week by February 1942. By the middle of March the yard had launched...
...hazy afternoon in 1937 a low-wing monoplane dropped on Croydon Aerodrome, London, in a landing which Aeroplane described as "the bounceless plop of a mashed potato." The plane had the flag of the Rising Sun painted on its white flank; it was named The Divine Wind. Its pilot, a 24-year-old wizard of endurance named Masaaki Iinuma, had just flown all the way from Tokyo (via Formosa, Indo-China, India, Iraq, Greece, Italy, France) in four days. Aeroplane, remarking that the crowd of greeters at the field nearly trampled underfoot half a dozen very small Japanese girls...
...Alaska. For Vox Pop Moran attempted to demonstrate that people could lose their inhibitions by throwing eggs into electric fans. Done up in a shower cap with windshield wiper, rubber gloves and raincoat, Moran explained his theory of release, let fly at an electric fan. There was a dull plop. The man at the fan had neglected to turn...
...almost never came across any dead Johnny penguins. The mystery was solved one day when he climbed a long hill and found a small, transparent lake made of snow water. Around its brim stood a number of sad, sickly-looking Johnny penguins. Now & then one of them would plop into the lake, never to emerge. Looking down into the clear water, the curator saw "on the cold blue bottom, with their flippers outstretched . . . hundreds, possibly thousands of dead Johnny penguins. . . . Most of them lay face up, their breasts reflecting gleams of white from the darker water...
Though he writes best about orchids, shrewd Author MacDonald does not write too much about them. He senses that most readers will read his jungle success story for its account of guácharos, birds with whiskers on their beaks (when their young fall out of the nest they plop and explode), trees that put people to sleep, moths whose sting drives men insane...