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Modern high-altitude rockets are not always complex monsters like their ancestral V2. They are steadily growing smaller, simpler and cheaper. This week Republic Aviation Corp. told about a non-military rocket that it is manufacturing for a Defense Department project administered by the University of Maryland. Called the Terrapin (after the university's mascot), it is a two-stage, solid-propellant rocket that climbs 80 miles...
...extraordinary thing about the Terrapin is its small size and simplicity. It is less than 15 ft. long, 6¼ in. in diameter, and weighs only 224 lbs. It has none of the expensive valves, pumps, turbines, etc., that cram the innards of liquid-propellant rockets. Its propulsive mechanism is nothing but two strong-walled "bottles" tightly filled with a slow-burning explosive. When the first bottle fires, the rocket reaches the speed of 1,900 m.p.h. in six seconds. The second bottle takes over at 40,000 ft. and boosts the speed to 3,800 m.p.h. Only the simplest...
...hardboiled shell Mencken was a kindly man, with a dozen godchildren, and legions of good friends who disagreed with every one of his opinions and prejudices. He had a passion for great literature, classical music and for people (even preachers, politicians and boobs). He liked nothing better than a terrapin dinner, washed down with good beer (and a toast to Lydia E. Pinkham), followed by an Upmann cigar and an evening of sparkling conversation. In his robust way, he loved America, once said: "As an American I naturally spend most of my time laughing." He also loved his life, which...
...Football Writer's Luncheon Monday in New York, the Terrapin coach opened a large-scale controversy by charging a member of the Big Three with luring a football star off the Louisiana State University campus. The player is Phil Tarasovich, a lineman on the Yale freshman team...
...LUNCH that the important are most easily seen. In the bare old dining room on the fourth floor of the Metropolitan Club, with its memories of mustaches and Madeira wine and terrapin Maryland, the unleisurely men of today take only a few minutes off to talk personalities over a hurried meal of Ry-Krisp and iceberg lettuce. There are newsworthy faces at every table. A man speeds up the conversation with his lunch eon partner to get a chance to exchange a word with someone more important who's just shoving back his chair...