Word: supers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wisdom of both these alternatives is dubious, but no more so, perhaps, than that of exposing the theatre-going population of the Boston area to the night air past its bedtime. When we succeed in breeding our descendants into supermen, a super-theatre may come into being to present Man and Superman entire. In the meantime, prematurely-born members of the super-audience will have, regrettably, to content themselves with the truncated splendors of such productions as this fine one at Wellesley...
...night club than on the concert stage. The humorous, catchy folksong is Mr. Gibson's forte; he delighted his audience with "The Horse Named Bill," a nonsensical little number that has been a favorite on college campuses for generations. His recollections of Aspen and his own song "Super-skier" were delightful...
...Captain John G. Schmitt Jr., 34, of Chalmers, Ind. was flying over the island of Okinawa one morning last week, the fire warning light flashed in his F-100 Super Sabre, was followed by a violent explosion. A ten-year veteran of jet flying assigned to Okinawa's Kadena Air Force Base, Schmitt managed to head his crippled plane away from the densely populated city of Ishikawa (pop. 30,000) before he bailed out. But the pilotless ship suddenly veered, headed straight for the modem, U.S.-built Miyamori School, where 1,306 Okinawan children were having their morning milk...
West Point's All-American fullback, Air Force Major Felix ("Doc") Blanchard, 34, got an official citation for not fumbling in a tight spot. Piloting a Super Sabre jet last month in England, Blanchard suddenly found his aircraft on fire. He could have simply hit the silk-but his plane might have plunged into a heavily populated area. Doc Blanchard made his choice, rode his winged torch down to a happy landing. Said an Air Forceman: "One of the finest flying jobs I ever...
...judge by the contraptions on view and the high-flown talk of motivation, it might have been a meeting of circus showmen or of sociologists. Instead, it was the annual meeting of the Super Market Institute, gathered in Atlantic City last week to demonstrate that today's supermarket operators must be both showmen and sociologists to sell their goods. As choosy as shopping housewives, and twice as voluble, the 13,000 delegates wended their way through aisles crowded with 530 displays, talked about changes in the U.S. supermarket...