Word: rains
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Almost everywhere in the U.S., water is delivered free with every rain, but not west of the 100th meridian, where the Great Plains begin. Westward of the line, rainfall rates drop from 100 inches a year to 20 or 10 or even less. Old maps labeled the area: "The Great American Desert (Uninhabitable)." But in irrigated areas the Great American Desert is blooming like a rose. Brigham Young's Mormon pioneers built the West's first modern irrigation project in 1847. Now, more than 25 million once-arid acres of the Western states produce an incredible profusion...
...newly mown oat field near Massena, N.Y. one afternoon last week, New York's Governor Thomas E. Dewey pressed a buzzer. Some two miles away in the St. Lawrence River, buried dynamite charges exploded, hurling geysers of water into the air. Fireworks burst overhead, releasing a rain of miniature U.S. flags and Canadian ensigns. At long last construction was started on the huge electric-power project undertaken jointly by the State of New York and the Canadian Province of Ontario. Said Dewey: "The crapehangers may now soak their heads. This is a day of triumph...
Physicists have long known that raindrops-at high speeds-pack a dangerous wallop. But their effect on aircraft remained mainly a theoretical problem until jets started flying at the speed of sound. After passing through rain squalls at a supersonic clip, new jet fighters returned to base peppered with pits and abrasions. U.S. Air Force engineers have now begun to reckon with rain...
After six months of shooting, the engineers found that very soft metals showed erosion after one flight, harder metals were pitted only after repeated firings (the equivalent of prolonged flight through rain squalls). For the Air Force, the evidence is sufficient warning that, with individual plane parts worth as much as $20,000, rain damage may ground a supersonic jet for costly repairs...
...Life of Jesus and discovering "surprising analogies between his own fate and that of Christ." Too vain to surrender to the British, too indecisive to accept German protection, Mussolini blundered into the waiting hands of his bitterest enemies, the Italian partisans. By the time they dragged him, in pouring rain, to the wall against which he and Claretta were to be shot, he was much too obsessed with fear and misery to give a thought to anyone's feelings but his own. He never answered, and probably never heard, Claretta's last plaintive appeal: "Are you glad...