Word: space
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...blacks out above 20,000 ft., suffers from expanding intestinal gas around 25,000, feels intolerable heart strain even with a high-pressure oxygen mask at 50,000, dies instantly from boiling blood (bubbling off gas like soda water) at 63,000 ft. if not pressurized inside a space suit...
...last week, Moore went alone to the high-altitude chamber. On the control panel outside the 10-ft.-by-30-ft. heavy steel tank, he set the altitude indicator at 73,000 ft., a near vacuum just below the limit of the chamber's air seals. Not in space suit, but holding an oxygen mask, he let himself into the chamber and waited for the air pumps to lower the pressure, take him "up" past the blackout stage, on beyond the sure-death line to 73,000 ft. His body, as if taken by rocket to the edge...
...minds in public, are kept united only by a steady traffic in airborne statesmen. Last week Europe's airspace was crowded with the comings and goings of worried diplomats. Of them all, none was so busy as Britain's indefatigable Prime Minister Harold Macmillan, who in the space of three weeks had visited Moscow, Paris and Bonn, and this week was scheduled to go to Washington and Ottawa as well...
Designed in the pioneering 1920s by France's famed Le Corbusier, who considered it his finest "machine for living,'' it is raised on pilotis (stilts), has gently inclined ramps leading from the ground to the sun deck. Interior space is so arranged that sunlight floods the open areas behind its cubist exterior, and once prompted the owners to call it Les Heures Claires (Clear Hours). The Germans looted it during World War II, and the cost of rehabilitation was estimated at $80,000. The aging, widowed Madame Pierre Savoye decided not to spend the money, never moved...
...moved another stride toward the day when man will blast into space, and return, gliding through the atmosphere perhaps on red-hot wings to land at a chosen spaceport. At California's Edwards Air Force Base last week, a ponderous B-52 jet bomber lumbered down the runway, its engines spouting black smoke. From the rear it did not look right; it was lopsided, with a goodish-sized object hung unsymmetrically under its right wing. As the bomber broke ground, it listed slightly from the dragging weight...