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Goddard died in 1945 on the eve of the first U.S. test firings of captured V-28, leaving behind 22 volumes of meticulous records that proved to be of immense value to U.S. rocketmen. Six years later, as equal beneficiaries of his estate, Goddard's widow and the Guggenheim Foundation sued the U.S. Government for patent infringements. Last week, in belated recognition of Goddard's genius, the U.S. agreed to a settlement of $1,000,000. It was the largest patent-infringement award ever made by the U.S. Government...
...board did not fix responsibility on Frank, and the issue is still to be determined by the FBI. In U.S. District Court in New Haven, Conn., the insurance companies are arguing that, since Frank committed suicide, they are absolved from having to pay on his policies. Frank's widow contends that her husband was an innocent victim of the ex plosion or the target of a murder plot...
Last week, at 76, Editor Allen left the Star-Bulletin's newsroom for good. The 1954 death of Joseph R. Farrington, son of the paper's founder and longtime Hawaii delegate to the U.S. Congress, generated a court fight for control between Farrington's widow Betty and his sister, wife of General Edmond H. Leavey (ret.), ex-president of the International Telephone & Telegraph Corp. Betty Farrington won a 2-1 majority, but lost the services of her editor and friend. In appointing Editor Allen as a trustee of the Farrington estate, the court stipulated that Allen would...
...which two lovers are lolling. The impact, of course, is twice as forceful as if the air had been filled with flying coal carts. Much of the dialogue is Lawrence's, and it is a reminder of what a remarkable dialogue writer he was. Says a rasp-tongued widow: "I like a man about the house, if he's only something to snap at." Morel evokes enormous sympathy when he says quietly to his wife: "Always taking the curl out of me, aren...
Toward the Sun. Eventually, the Earp men met their various grim ends. Aunt Allie herself lived on until 1947, a spry pioneer widow who entertained her friends with stories tall and small. "Nature's good to folks," she used to say. "They never remember the rain and the storm when the sun comes out. That's why at my funeral I don't want nothin' but heaps of sunflowers. They're so full of life, always turnin' their faces toward...