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...controversial race many people think he should have won. He has not lost since. In the rain-drenchec Belgian Grand Prix, he led from start to finish while holding his loose gear lever in place with one hand, steering with the other, and trailing a 20-ft.-long rooster tail of spray. The following week he scored another victory at Zandvoort in the Dutch Grand Prix...
Stirring Up the Workers. A little more observation showed that the whirring sounds were made by the scout bee just as she went into a tail-wagging dance, but two years of work were needed to translate the meaning of the new code of sound. Dr. Esch finally decided that the length of the sounds reported the distance to the nectar supply. The pitch of the sounds and the intervals between them told its quality and quantity. Made with slight nonflying movements of wings, the sounds seemed to stimulate the watching workers to fly toward the new-found food...
...private mail and reads that too." Like a Love Affair. His wit was as well known as his eccentricity. Once when talking to a pretty girl pilot he explained a tail spin as "something like a love affair; you don't notice how you get into it, and it is very hard to get out of." He liked to quote the definition of a Hungarian as "a man who goes into a revolving door behind you and comes out ahead." When asked why so many top scientists are Hungarian, he explained: "We are all from Mars originally. We decided...
...plane makes money, they will share in profits; if not, they will absorb much of the loss. Douglas has already signed an agreement with the largest DC-9 subcontractor, de Havilland of Canada, under which de Havilland will supply $65 million worth of wing, tail and fuselage section at its own risk. Young Douglas expects the rest of the six major DC-g subcontractors to agree to the plan within a month...
...slank. The wheels begin to turn: whumble-whumble-whee. But instead of surrendering the card, the omnivorous machine snaps at Danny's black knit tie and starts dragging him into its transistorized innards. Like a hooked tarpon, Danny runs with the line, is reeled back in, leaps, dives, tail-walks, snaps free just as he is coming to gaff. In disgust, the Master File starts spitting application cards at him until the room is ankle deep in a paper blizzard, with drifts backing up against the chilly air-conditioning ducts...