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...hand, which he placed in a fading plush box and gave the title Tradition. There is a dumpy dwarf called Uncle Sam, and an extraordinarily graceful Man with a Kite. Durchanek has also done a robust George Washington, who gazes in bewilderment at a large falcon chained to his wrist. This, he explains, is the way Washington might react if he came back to America today. "I wonder what he would say. He might say, 'My, my, what a bird you've got by the tail. Where are you going...
...keep the radio spectrum clear of outmoded but garrulous space vehicles, the National Aeronautics and Space Administration is turning to the small electronic timekeepers that Bulova Watch Co. developed for its Accutron wrist watches. To measure time, these timers use a transistor-controlled tuning fork that runs indefinitely on a tiny trickle ( eight-millionths of a watt) of electric power; a battery the size of a dime will keep one of them humming for a year. The whole apparatus weighs less than three ounces, and it can easily be set to turn off a satellite's transmitter after...
...state, even if the schooling is not the best. The resulting riot and weeks of disquiet showed Ole Miss to be embarrassingly short of leadership. The chancellor proved to be a don't-rock-the-boat executive who did nothing to head off the riot, and then merely wrist-slapped offenders. The faculty has for years been equally meek. Now, in a dramatic reversal caused by Student Meredith's battle, the once apathetic faculty has snapped to and set about saving Ole Miss...
...well, and gained weight at the same rate. Their own body temperatures dropped only an insignificant .2° F. on the cold formula. And in one way they were better off: even with the most expert nursing supervision, some of the warmed formulas occasionally got overheated, and the wrist test did not protect the babies against a scalding-hot feeding...
...Dickens-He's Fenster, a tale of two buddies (played by John Astin and Marty Ingels) who are construction carpenters with sawed-off brains. Both are bucking for foreman, but in the main they are slapsticking away with casual finesse. Dickens cocks his wrist to look at his watch and pours coffee into his lap. The laughter isn't canned. Mrs. Dickens is a knockout. No one misses Charles...