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...miles through Mozambique, the Rhodesias and into the Belgian Congo in a battered Mercury. He stopped off in Lusaka (pop. 60,000) to listen to the black natives' saucepan radio and visit the unique Central African Broadcasting Station (see RADIO & TV). Then he rolled in a cloud of dust 530 miles along the corrugated dirt track, called the Great North Road, to Chinsali, a district commissioner's headquarters. There he switched to a bicycle and pedaled down a goat path through man-high bush, infested with mamba snakes, lions and man-eating chiggers, to the mud-and-thatch...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Publisher's Letter, Jun. 25, 1956 | 6/25/1956 | See Source »

...dusting crops in the Nebraska panhandle, he made a sideline of busting hailstorms. Whenever an unusually black and mean-looking thunderhead drifted toward the sugar-beet fields of the North Platte Valley, Cook would fly into it, seeding its turbulent heart with silver-iodide particles. This maneuver provided the cloud with plenty of nuclei for ice to form on, so the hailstones did not grow big enough to fall and cut up the tender beet leaves...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Tornado Pilot | 6/18/1956 | See Source »

When he sees a likely cloud, he dodges in and out of it. He tries to avoid the seething cores, and when things get tough he ducks toward the ground, always keeping watch for the deadly funnel of a tornado...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Tornado Pilot | 6/18/1956 | See Source »

...getting awfully hard to see out here," he remarks calmly. "Can't see very much ahead. It's getting a little bit choppy. Beginning to look pretty green.'' Cook explains that "looking green" means seeing hail in the heart of the cloud...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Tornado Pilot | 6/18/1956 | See Source »

...confirmation verse . . . There are evil people everywhere, but also many good people. Do you know, I have often thought of our conversations in which you sought to encourage me to gather more spiritual than earthly goods. How right you were! Where have all earthly treasures gone? Vanished like a cloud of vapor . . . I do not fear death. I fear it only as it affects you and our beloved sweet children...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Fifty-Seven Martyrs | 6/18/1956 | See Source »

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