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...darkness at Cape Canaveral, the morning star and the thin edge of a waning moon graced the eastern sky. Their light faded, and at 6:45 the sun burst bright and yellow above a cloud bank to bathe the slender dark-green-and-white Vanguard rocket standing on Launch Pad 18A. In Vanguard's nose was a 3¼-lb. antenna-horned space satellite that symbolized at once the hope and despair of all the men at the Cape. Temperamental Vanguard, twice a spectacular failure, was once again ready for the shoot: the countdown was onT minus 16 minutes...
...built thrust. It lifted in grandeur in the morning sun, trailing a white-hot fire that looked like an inverted candle flame. Seconds after lifting-first slowly, then ever faster-Vanguard's farewell roar reverberated over the Cape in a blanket of sound. Half a mile from the pad, Canaveral men cheered: "Go, baby, go! Keep going, baby! Don't quit, baby...
...Edna Ferber is still not over the bestseller habit, even though her books relentlessly suggest that bestsellers do not make the best reading. She has, as a critic once said of Edmund Wilson, "pencil, pad and purpose." Six years ago Novelist Ferber worked up some travel notes and impressions into Giant (TIME, Sept. 29, 1952), a novel about Texas that was as close to the mark as a tenderfoot's lariat, but waspish enough to infuriate Texans and amuse the citizens of the other 47 states. After Texas what? Alaska, naturally, and it is a safe bet that Edna...
...know that he is not the same man he was. Their faith forces Raju to acquire the virtues he has mimicked. He fasts to the death and knows that the drought is over, that "it's raining in the hills." The Guide floats as gently as a lily pad on the surface of Indian life and yet suggests the depths beneath. It manages to describe a saint who is neither born nor made but simply happens, almost like the weather...
...acquaintances in the theater for fear of compromising his integrity. (He met Katharine Cornell and Thornton Wilder for the first time at his party.) A demanding but undogmatic critic, Massachusetts-born, Harvard-educated ('17) Atkinson writes his views in pencil in a neat hand on a ruled yellow pad. Against one of journalism's toughest deadlines-he usually has barely an hour to catch an edition after the first-night curtain falls-he sends his polished copy through in one-paragraph "takes." When a review is finished, he reads the proof but seldom changes a word...