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...unsung heroes of the mission: an IBM 7094 Mode II computer, one of five located deep in the bowels of NASA's Mission Control Center near Houston. Primped and primed and ready to go for more than a year, the electronic memory housed in the grey, blue-trimmed cabinets had been taught all the incredible complications of orbital calculations, had learned the long, involved equations worked out by teams of crack mathematicians...
...Stevensonians were furious, accused him of being a "turncoat opportunist" who had made "peace with the enemy." His wife announced that she was still for Adlai ("Can't you control your own wife," wrote Bobby Kennedy, "or are you like me?"). His mother was too, but the stately, grey-haired lady shrugged: "In a way I suppose it is good that Arthur is working for Senator Kennedy. If Kennedy is nominated and elected, he'll certainly need Arthur's brilliance in the White House...
Though the technicians reduced history's kaleidoscope to a uniform grey, they did deepen the shafts of research, put new emphasis on the importance of thorough documentation, pave the way for the current use of computers to analyze voting patterns and population shifts. But electronic aids can carry a historian only so far. "Some of the profoundest problems of history are not amenable to statistical analysis," says Yale's C. Vann Woodward, historian of the American South. "Everything still must be digested by one man sitting at his desk." And that man, argues Schlesinger, is the better historian...
...soft, dark grey substance that geologists call "quick clay" is composed primarily of small flaky particles and a great deal of water. It contains very little of the electrolytic salts that tend to bind normal soil particles together...
Boston wears a different cloak at Christmas. Not new, certainly, for if ever New Boston is forgotten, it is now, but different somehow. The Maiden Aunt of American Cities takes out her warm old familiar garment, primps her grey hair, and marches defiantly into the cold. She tramps down from Beacon Hill, shops in one of the gaudy New Boston stores and many of the old smaller ones, then just as quietly slips back through the park, leaving cries of crass commercialism to others. So familiar is her path, so unobtrusive, that you may not have noticed her. Your Christmas...