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During preparations for its successful trip to the moon, Surveyor was spared a severe test that future unmanned spacecraft on missions to Mars and Venus will have to endure: dry-heat sterilization to prevent the contamination of other planets by earthly microorganisms. The terrestrial bugs can do little harm on the lifeless moon, but experts agree that their premature arrival on other planets could obliterate or alter possible native life forms before they could be studied. There is a growing feeling, nonetheless, that the U.S. may have accepted international sterilization standards that are unnecessarily high...
...Doodlebugged Again." Though McDonnell's engineers are already looking beyond the moon to Mars and Venus, Mr. Mac is also betting part of his bankroll on earthbound expansion?notably the development of vertical- and short-takeoff-and-landing craft for intercity air travel. "It's bound to come," he insists. By his calculations, as early as 1975 V/STOL planes could grab half the commercial travel over such short hops as San Francisco to Los Angeles...
...AVENGERS (ABC, 10-11 p.m.). Britain's upper-crust spy chasers, John Steed and Emma Peel, return to save democracy-or at least Her Majesty Diana Rigg and Patrick Macnee star in the first episode, "From Venus with Love...
...anyone suggest that she was beautiful. Her hair was a reddish-blonde mop, fuzzy and unruly, her nose overlong, her face hollow-cheeked and colorless, and she always emphasized her pallor by slathering on white powder. In an era when the feminine ideal was a dimpled and cushiony Venus, she was skinny as a slat. "An empty carriage pulled up at the stage door and Sarah Bernhardt got out," said one wit. A columnist declared that "she never needed an umbrella-she was thin enough to walk between the drops." Dumas the younger, who knew Sarah well because she appeared...
...wound up with the gothic flourish of an ambiguous murder. The prose in this first novel by Mary Ellin Barrett, daughter of Composer Irving Berlin, sometimes rises a little too high on its toes and ends up breathless. But the book is saved from the Venus flytrap of ladies' magazine fiction by its easy intimacy with the ambiance of those days of picnic baskets and tennis flannels. The author has a sophisticated sense of the tensions that show among even the most beautiful people - like the stringy neck muscles beneath an aging face that has been given too much...