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...delicate work of depositing the coatings was done by the Army Engineers at Fort Belvoir, Va. Each satellite was put in a vacuum chamber and turned, like a chicken on a spit while the materials in the coatings were evaporated electrically and deposited on its surface. The final coat was a second layer of silicon monoxide...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Keeping the Satellites Cool | 4/15/1957 | See Source »

...Indians peel and boil a starchy tapioca-type root. Their women then chew the root and spit it out to be fermented for about five days. It's pretty intoxicating when you keep at it for 12 or 14 hours as they do at the festivals...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Student Discovers Ancient Civilization | 1/9/1957 | See Source »

...please. In 1953 Lightweight Jimmy Carter had to floor Boston's own Tommy Collins ten times before the issue was acceptably settled; last season the baseball crowd was not sufficiently satisfied until Ted Williams, after again proving himself one of the great ballplayers of all time, condescended to spit at them, one and all. But this winter the fans are having a miserable time. Night after night, as they troop into the hugely nondescript Boston Garden, they find nothing to grouse about. Reason: the Boston Celtics are bouncing along toward the National Basketball Association title, and the Boston Bruins...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Good Times in the Garden | 12/31/1956 | See Source »

...cause a big noise." And Picasso was right; his crosshatched galaxy of pink nudes, Demoiselles d'Avignon, ranks today as a turning point in art. But at the time, all that flabbergasted Georges Braque could say was, "You are trying to make us drink petrol in order to spit fire...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: BRAQUE: THE COOL FIRE-SPITTER | 10/29/1956 | See Source »

...gulped, audibly, regrettably, and made for fresh air. The mist was a sweet but persistent spit now, and we gathered up our pluck and struck off on Fountain Ave. As we passed Primrose Path, Ash Ave., Indian Ridge, and a few other bustling thoroughfares, we remembered the recent experience there of an anarchic friend, told us in the cheerful atmosphere of the Adams House Dining Hall...

Author: By Gavin R. W. scott, | Title: Tombs, Trees and Corporate Profits | 10/24/1956 | See Source »

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