Word: wente
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...piecing together radar and telemetry data, film sequences and fragments of wreckage dipped from the shallow waters off the cape, missilemen managed to figure out what went wrong: the loft. long fiber glass "nose fairing" that was supposed to protect the third stage and payload from air friction and buffeting in the upper atmosphere fell off prematurely, after 40 seconds instead of the programed 4½ minutes. Then the fierce drag of the atmosphere wrenched the payload-carrying third stage loose, made the second stage malfunction...
Builder's Hope. Deerfield's trouble is not so much hard-shell racism as pocketbook fear. Many residents are on-the-rise young executives in Loop corporation offices who went into mortgage debt to buy split-levels (average price: $23,000) for their growing families. With the steady rise of the real-estate market, the tightly budgeted family heads (average salary: $9,000) hoped to break even or turn a small profit by the time their companies assigned them to better jobs in other cities. But their hopes did not take into account the secret plans of Builder...
...Buie, fireman third class, was transferred from a harbor-bound oiler to a rolling, seagoing Navy destroyer, and ex-Farm Boy (Mulberry, Fla.) Buie was one seasick bluejacket. One night last week, when his ship, U.S.S. Arnold J. Isbell, was rocking along 60 miles southwest of San Diego, Buie went topside to watch a movie. He was still pretty green around the gills, so he wobbled aft to smoke a cigarette. On the port quarter, he leaned over the side. As he leaned, the ship rolled-and over, into the sea, rolled William Buie...
...keep up his courage. Buie began singing the only song whose words he knew-Tennessee Waltz. After about the sixth chorus, his voice had splintered to a teeth-chattering accompaniment, and Buie began to lose hope. He dozed a while. Then, two hours after he went overboard, he saw lights. It was the escort vessel Leslie L. B. Knox, sailing a random course between exercises. Buie yelled. A sharp-eared sailor on watch heard him, sounded the emergency rescue alarm. Searchlights blazed. Knox's helm swung hard over to circle, and Rescue Swimmer Harold Martin, 19, dived over...
...discovered that her name was Angela Mondini and that she too lived in Cremona, across the Po River from his café. Plunging wholeheartedly into the timeless rituals of Lombard courtship, Francesco promenaded beneath her window, cultivated her friends and relatives, encountered her "by chance" when she went strolling. Angela played her part by being good, like a signorina should. When they met, she would say politely, "Buon-giorno, Signor Ghizzoni" and coolly ignore his urgings to "call me Francesco." He asked for a date, and Angela refused. He sent her gifts. Angela returned them...