Word: bucketing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...less than an hour, the customers can cross the Rockies in an ore bucket, cruise the Great Lakes in a sternwheeler, crouch in a bunker at Cape Canaveral and watch the missile gap narrow with a perfect shot every six minutes. On the northern outskirts of New York City (the real one), where big, white-ribbon highways trellis over swampy wastes, Freedomland opens next week. Billed as "the world's largest outdoor entertainment center," it rises out of a former garbage dump, is nothing less than a replica of the continental U.S.A., 833 yds. from parkway to shining parkway...
Until their engines start, the cars look like casual products of the neighborhood junkyard. The body is an open, tubular-steel chassis with a wheelbase of some 40 in., a bucket seat that rests a scant two inches above the ground. Knees stuffed under his chin, the driver cramps behind the wheel like a frog in a walnut. Then the two dinky, 6-h.p. engines perched behind the seat begin to snarl, and the bedspring contraption becomes a hot, highly engineered racing machine that can hit 85 m.p.h. on the straightaway, drift through corners like a Maserati. Says one driver...
SPORTS-COUPE CORVAIR called the Monza-900 (named after Italian race track) will go into 1,000-per-month production in May, have bucket seats and fancier dash-and-panel trim, but keep standard Corvair 80-h.p. rear engine. Price...
More than 90% of Wayne's students are from lunch-bucket Detroit, a cauldron of every conceivable ethnic strain, salted by rising expectations. They are the sons of Armenians, Syrians, Greeks, Poles, Czechs, Ukrainians, Irish and Germans. They are the daughters of Southerners, black and white, who migrated north to the assembly lines. They are overalled machinists and off-duty policemen (one cop this year won a Woodrow Wilson fellowship). And 72% of them work in order to study-the average graduate takes nearly six years to earn a diploma...
...More River (by Beverly Cross) gets vigorously if rather reminiscently under way: a crummy rust-bucket of a freighter, a dead captain, a viciously tyrannizing mate, a respected bosun, a resentful crew. When it appears that the mate has thrown boiling water into the deck boy's face and blinded him, the crew is so boiling itself that, but for the bosun's insistence on a proper trial, it would string the mate up. The trial involves sensational charges and the mate's defense gets into the deeper waters of character. At the same time the play...