Word: specking
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...fierce, intelligent Falcons, the Air Force's air-to-air missiles. The Falcon's tiny gyros, bearings and electronic components must be manufactured with a super-watchmaker's precision. The job is done in a great, windowless factory on the desert outside Tucson, Ariz. No speck of dust can be tolerated. The air is changed by fans and filters every nine minutes, and positive air pressure is maintained inside the building so that any air leakage will be outward, not inward. Engineers in the drafting rooms are forbidden to tear paper or use pencil erasers (both make...
...Speck of Humanity. The overflow crowd in Manhattan's Carnegie Hall burst into applause when Violinist Oistrakh stepped from the wings. Then he and his longtime accompanist, Vladimir Yampolsky, began Beethoven's Sonata, Op. 12, No. 1. The whole first movement went by, muddled by Carnegie's overrated acoustics -or because of a debutant's jitters-before Oistrakh began to project the full voltage of his enormous musicianship...
Uncle Robbie settled under the diving speck that dropped toward his hands. But the big sphere whipped through his hands and burst in a fine mess against his chest. He dropped, covered with pulp and grapefruit juice. "Jesus!" he moaned, sitting on the sand, his eyes squeezed shut...
...desert floor . . . Once in the tank, the liquid oxygen boiled off continuously at one pound a minute [causing] the weird shriek I heard early this morning . . . The gauges . . . were watched as cautiously as those in a surgery . . . Once the very nervous hydrogen peroxide was in the Skyrocket, a speck of dirt in the ... tank or in any of the myriad tubes and lines, and the little research ship would be blown to dust. Two models of the Air Force's X-I . . . had blown up in launching last year . . . The pressurizing gases-helium and nitrogen-were sieved through Kotex...
...good. When Ronald Rantz comes ashore, he takes with him his salesman's sample case. His stock in trade: exploding cigars, invisible itching powder, the usual assortment of smoking-car killers that are guaranteed to make you "Laugh Till You Cry." The island, a between-trade-routes speck somewhere near the Caribbean, looks like paradise, but the seemingly innocent natives soon prove to be suffering from human nature. They like private property and often marry for wealth or power rather than love. In their own primitive fashion, they are as firmly entered in the 20th century rat race...