Word: streaming
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...three stories are extremely well handed. Frederick English composed a stream-of-consciousness treatment of a miner psychological Trauma of a pre-adolescent school girl. Written in a style frankly derived from Faulkner, "In Dust" successfully avoids mimicry and artiness, two near constant companions of this style. An abundance of poetic images clogs the opening of the piece, but thereafter it flows smoothly and skillfully. The pace is sustained, and the denouement carried off with aplomb...
Supersonic wind tunnels are rather simple (though very expensive) to build. When their air moves well above the speed of sound, it passes through the experimental chamber in a smooth, even stream. "Transonic" tunnels (close to the speed of sound) are much more difficult. At this critical speed, very important in the study of aerodynamics, the tunnel tends to "choke." Shock waves form inside it, making accurate experiments difficult...
...poet trying to tell you something? Or is he just muttering to himself? On the muddy banks between the clear running stream of communication and the swamp of self-expression squats a swarm of modern poets, patting mud-pies into shape for the admiration of themselves and their playmates. The much larger crowd of regular guys in the swimming hole jeer at these patty-cakers as sissies, but stand a little in awe of them too, seeing how cleverly they mold their incomprehensible mud images...
...objective," says President Herter, "is to put into the international blood stream a group of skilled and select men." The job has not always been easy. President Herter and his overseers (among them: Air Secretary Thomas K. Finletter, U.N. Delegate Warren Austin) soon realized that without the facilities and backing of a big university, they would never be able to do all they hoped to do, or to get all the financial support needed to keep going...
...wounded. They carried the wounded through the valley at the foot of the ridge and up a narrow trail to an aid station just beyond the bean fields where General Craig sat sweeping the height with his field glasses. I sat there beside him, wondering if the stream of litter bearers would ever stop coming up out of that damned valley...