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Physicists have wanted to see energy in the process of becoming mass. Photographs of the tracks of electric particles passing through fog chambers exist to prove the transformation, which can be accomplished in three ways...
...arbitrary and unreasonable conduct, he was rapidly destroying the morale. . . . He was impatient of advice, resentful of opposition, and appreciative of only those who agreed with him. ... If he was unconscious of the increasing opposition to him and his methods it was because he was surrounded by the fog of his own egotism...
...Soviet Army's stratostat U.S.S.R., largest balloon ever made, was finally ready last week in Moscow for a flight to the stratosphere. A morning fog had weighted the turnip-shaped gasbag with a heavy load of moisture; a drop in temperature had caused the hydrogen to contract. Nevertheless the crew of three aeronauts and two 'chute jumpers sealed themselves in the spherical gondola for a takeoff. W^ith a dramatic flourish Air Commander Garankidze waved the ground crew to cast off. The huge bag rose groggily about 10 ft. It wobbled sideways across the airdrome...
...distance record. (Old record: 66.7 mi., Martin Schempp, from Elmira.) Dick du Pont set out next day to go Mehlhose one better. Also starting from Rockfish Gap, he passed Mehlhose's landing place, kept on soaring, crossed the Maryland line, started to head into Pennsylvania when rain & fog forced him back to Frederick, Md. Distance: 122^ mi.-14 mi. short of the world record . . . from Rockfish Gap to the Pennsylvania line. made from Wasserkuppe by Germany's late Guenther Groenhoff. Elated over the possibility that "Amer-ica's Wasserkuppe" had been discovered in the Blue Ridge, Jack...
...hand, swells quickly to mistily gigantic proportions and-vanishes like a mist. Gertrude Stein is no such writer. Like a huge squat mountain on a distant border of the literary kingdom, obscured not only by the cloudy procession of more Aprilly authors but by the self-induced fog that hangs around her close-cropped top, she has loomed from afar over the hinterland of letters, a sphinxlike, monolithic mass. Twenty years she has squatted there; eyes accustomed to the landscape are beginning to recognize something portentous in her massive outline. By the time-honored process of getting older Gertrude Stein...