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Standard weapon of U.S. nuclear submarines, the Polaris burns solid fuel, and it cannot be steered, as liquid-fuel rockets are, by swiveling the whole combustion chamber. Instead, Polarises now at sea use jetavators-movable nozzles inserted in their jet streams to deflect them and thus keep the rocket on course. No one likes jetavators; they are inherently troublesome, and their drag on the fast-moving jet stream soaks up precious thrust power even when they...
...Polaris is equipped with nozzles that have no obstructions and no moving parts. For directional control, a small amount of freon gas is shot into the side of the hot exhaust stream, deflecting it just as if the nozzle had been turned. The system is light, and since it is not exposed to high heat or pressure, it is potentially trouble-free. Many missilemen are confident that solid-propellant rockets, already an important U.S. specialty, will be even more valuable when brief blasts of freon are used to twitch their fiery tails...
Behind O'Hiri is a team which continues to approach the level of the preseason speculation about it. The number of near-miss shots at Tufts by inside Seamus Malin and halfbacks Davies and Billy Ward indicates that more than one man on the team can score. The steady stream of passes from the halfbacks and Captain Ted Wendell indicates that they will...
...months after President Kennedy, in a good-neighborly mixture of determined English and halting Spanish, laid out the goals for hemispheric development? The bare framework of the formal Alliance has just been hammered together, but the U.S. is not awaiting treaties or paper proclamations before turning on the stream of dollars. In a striking speedup of aid since President Kennedy's speech last March, 99 loans, totaling $973 million in hard cash and credits, have been pumped into Latin America as convincing evidence that the U.S. intends to put its money where its sentiments...
There were no writers in Cornish, N.H., and no plumbing or furnace in the gambrel-roofed cottage Salinger bought on a 90-acre hillside tract overlooking the Connecticut River. That winter he happily carried water from his stream and cut wood with a chain saw. For company he hiked across the river to Windsor, Vt., and passed the time with teen-agers in a juke joint called Nap's Lunch. The kids loved him, but mothers worried that the tall, solemn writer fellow from New York would put their children in a book...