Word: sticked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...vertical movements are controlled just like a balloon's. To descend, it releases gasoline, which makes it heavier in the water. To rise it drops ballast. The Trieste's ballast is four tons of iron filings stowed in containers in the floater. Electromagnets, which make iron filings stick together, keep the ballast from moving. When their current is cut off, the filings flow into the sea. This system "fails safe." If anything happens to the ship's power supply, the ballast is dropped automatically. Then the Trieste, lightened, will rise to the surface...
Enemies Preferred. Poet Thomas goes to work. Dr. Knox (to allow the script wider latitude) becomes Dr. Rock. The reader meets him first on a morning walk, wielding "his stick like a prophet's staff . . . the wide, sensual mouth tightened into its own denial." He is a sharp-tongued, arrogant genius, always at odds with his colleagues, the newspapers, society in general. His creed on the lecture stand: "Let no scruples stand in the way of the progress of medical science." His personal credo: "I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company, and their...
...down most offers to guest-star his ventriloquist act on other television programs, but he keeps an ear cocked for calls for Paul Winchell, actor. It's not that he doesn't have enormous affection for his wooden pal Jerry, but he asks: "How long can I stick with him? My project is building...
Most Russians found themselves in the elder's predicament when Tolstoy, his face more flushed than ever, started pole-hanging in the sphere of politics and morals. Some listened passionately to his revolutionary edicts; other gaped and wished the old man would stick to art. Anton Chekhov, who was born (1860) 32 years after Tolstoy, started by listening, but eventually decided that he could do better gymnastics...
...field is mushy. The Spirit of St. Louis is shrouded and dripping. Reporters and a handful of onlookers shake their heads. "It's more like a funeral procession than the beginning of a flight to Paris." As the engine warms up, it is 30 r.p.m. low. The stick wobbles sluggishly in the taxiing run; water and mud spew from the tires, drum on the fabric. Lindbergh, at the head of the runway, opens the throttle. Three times he lifts his plane from the runway, three times touches it back down. The fourth time The Spirit of St. Louis...