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...black, which is a fluffy kind of soot whose intensely black particles, about 500.00 in diameter, accumulate radiant heat just like a blacktop road. When these particles are released in a cloud, she reasoned, the water droplets that capture one or more of them should grow warmer by absorbing sunlight, and should lose their moisture by evaporation to droplets that have stayed comparatively cool because they have captured no particles. Then the cool, fattened-up droplets should fall slowly through the cloud, growing gradually bigger by jostling small droplets and combining with them. Eventually they should grow big enough...
Where Was the Fireman? Some of the commuters were as lucky as Land. One arm and one foot broken. Trainman Joe McDonald struggled to the door of the first coach and, in a welter of lifeless bodies, floated up to sunlight. Lloyd Nelson, 33. of Little Silver, N.J.. a survivor of the Pennsylvania Railroad wreck at Woodbridge, N.J. in 1951 (84 dead), had got a window open before his coach splashed into the bay. From the dangling car some passengers crawled hand over hand up the luggage racks to take rescuing ropes and hands. But Snuffy Stirnweiss died...
...million in charity before he died in 1947. As the last work of the late great Swedish-born Sculptor Carl Milles (TIME Color, June 27, 1955), the memorial was also a tribute to the sculptor, who more than any other believed art should be public and placed in the sunlight to be enjoyed...
...transportation. But the moon's vacuum, says Dr. Castruccio, makes conventional power plants unnecessary. The essential parts of a photoelectric tube, which on earth must be enclosed in vacuum-tight glass, can be laid out on the moon's airless surface, where they will produce electricity whenever sunlight hits them...
...trolled for eight hours one day last week southwest of Newport. R.I. A novice in the sedentary sport of deep-sea fishing, he obviously missed the dry-fly casting in the frowned-upon (because of his heart) altitudes of Colorado's Rocky Mountain brooks. Restlessly, he watched sunlight sparkle on fish hauled into nearby boats, then cracked orders by radiotelephone for his escort craft, full of ever-hovering Secret Service, to find out what bait the others were using. A neighboring cruiser shared its successful white feather jigs, and another provided wire lines for deeper trolling, but nothing worked...