Word: shots
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...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 out into space than had been expected, thus had to travel the extra distance of its elongated elliptical orbit. "It's fine, fine," he murmured. At 12:44 Andy Goodpaster passed the word to Jim Hagerty: "It's in orbit." Hagerty called the President. Said Ike: "That...
When Russia shot the first Sputnik into space, Defense Secretary Charlie Wilson, just retired, called it a "nice technical trick." Said Charlie Wilson last week when he heard the news about the Army's Explorer (which he had helped sidetrack while in office): "It is a good technical trick, and I am happy that it is a success...
...garbage truck, locked out of his rented room until back rent was paid, forbidden to see chubby, 14-year-old Caril Fugate, to whom he had proposed at least three times. Last fortnight Starkweather decided to get even. Before he was stopped, he had shot, stabbed or clubbed ten people to death, and Lincoln (pop. 120,000) shivered through a two-day panic...
White-maned, Yankee-hating Edmund Ruffin watched the signal shot burst over Charleston harbor, seeming to trace in its flame the palmetto emblem of South Carolina. He had left his Virginia plantation, carrying with him a pike appropriated from John Brown's abolitionist band (its Ruffin-inscribed label: "Sample of the favors designed for us by our Northern brethren"), to see his dream of disunion come true. This-4:30 a.m.. April 12, 1861-was his great moment. Edmund Ruffin stepped proudly forward, pulled the lanyard of a columbiad and sent the first of some 600 rebel shells...
Widow Shopping. In Jersey City, Mrs. Elizabeth Freid got her divorce after testifying that her husband frequently lined up beer cans and glasses of beer in the living room, shot them up for target practice, once hung a picture of a woman on the wall and fired away with his rifle, muttering between each shot: "This is how I'm going to shoot...