Word: skies
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...warning stations would pick up the invaders, plotting information on course for their interception in the air north of settled areas. Aircraft control and warning stations of the Pinetree system along both sides of the U.S.-Canadian border would be brought into action, pinpointing the targets in the sky with their radar, and directing their destruction by antiaircraft fire, guided missiles or interceptor planes, now in the process of being armed with nuclear-warhead rockets. Behind the Pine-tree posts, watching for breakthroughs or for flank attacks from the sea, are a host of additional AC&W units, including lines...
...invention. Says he: "I find myself in nature and nature in myself. There are old pine trees in the picture (center). The blue and brown areas (upper left) are like a rainbow, a cloud, rain or fog-any symbol you pick-but with a feeling of sky, air and space." ¶ Red and Black, by Clyfford Still. This is the Albright's prime acquisition to date, because merely to own a Still is a rarity. Painter Still is so cantankerous that he flatly refuses to sell his work to any collector or museum not of his own choosing...
...Russians had sent up a rocket timed to hit the moon Nov. 7, the parade was an anticlimax. Though Rome's Communist daily L'Unità had confidently predicted that the day would be fine, because "Soviet experts are capable of creating good weather," the Moscow sky was so overcast that the scheduled Red air force flypast had to be canceled...
...fireplug) or a quote from Laika's earthbound boy friend ("Someone up there loves me"). After perpetrating such lines as "The chow jumped over the moon" and "How the mighty Laika rose," the Chicago American noted: 'The Russian sputpup isn't the first dog in the sky. That honor belongs to the dog star. But we're getting too Sirius." Even Manhattan's usually long-faced Communist Daily Worker bayed in a headline...
...shirtsleeved men watering their lawns in the gentle half-light. A streetcar makes its metallic groan on a curve and disappears trailing sparks like blue fireflies; chanting children play in the circling glow of a lamppost. And when it grows dark, there are more quiet stars in the sky than there will ever be again...