Word: sat
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...three, four minutes passed. In the Pentagon, Wilber Brucker, sometime governor of Michigan, cracked lamely: "This is like waiting for precinct returns .to come in." Von Braun and Pickering sat down and scribbled some figures. At zero plus in minutes, three California stations reported the pickup. Pickering said: "I want four stations. These are all Army stations, and they may be over enthusiastic." The fourth followed: a Navy tracking station checked in with the confirming news. Announced Pickering: "It's in orbit." Brucker beamed; Von Braun smiled. The Explorer was late, he concluded, because it had shot farther...
From Maine to California, the Republicans last week kicked off their 1958 congressional campaign in a big display of televised speechmaking, with Dwight Eisenhower as the evening's coaxial keynoter. The President flew into Chicago in a snowstorm, sat down to a $100-a-plate dinner (cold roast beef and string beans) with 5,400 Republicans at the huge International Amphitheater. In a twelve-minute address at meal's end, he promised "prompt and effective modernization of our defense organization," urged improved educational and mutual assistance programs, asked an end to partisan bickering over U.S. security. Said...
...Negro ward of Atlanta's Grady Memorial Hospital, a grizzled man sat up in bed, waiting to cry. If only he could weep, he might see again. David Dougherty, 62, had lost his sight almost completely as the aftermath of a rare disease,* which destroys the lacrimal glands producing the watery fluid that lubricates the eyeballs. For two days Dougherty sat in bed with increasing impatience. The doctor had told him he could expect to see again soon after the operation. Still no tears came. Then one noon Dougherty heard a lunch cart rattling down the corridor...
...spent three months each year, Bob Young started his day in routine fashion. He finished breakfast, casually went upstairs to the third-floor billiard room, where he usually played each day after breakfast. But instead of playing billiards, Bob Young took a double-barreled 20-gauge shotgun and sat in a chair. Carefully he set the gun between his knees, placed the barrels against his head, and pulled both triggers. He left no note, and shocked friends could only ask in amazement: "Why?" But close associates could readily see that in Bob Young's fabulous rise there lay also...
...nameless northern country, in a mansion like a padded hearse, a "lady of great beauty" sat winter after snowy winter waiting for the man she loved. The great gates were barred, the chandeliers were dimmed, and all through the drafty house the mirrors were draped against the reflected evidence of her advancing...