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...could call The End of an Old Song a sexy or sordid story. Author John (The Way to Glory) Scott, who is literary editor of London's dignified Spectator, is simply not the kind of novelist who grapples with nymphomania like a Melville with a whale. Though interested in elemental things, he is more interested in the sound of his clear prose tinkling over them. Moreover, this time, his main theme is the decline of Scotland...
...Whale-Mouthed Whirlybird. A two-rotor military helicopter big enough to carry three jeeps or 26 fully equipped infantrymen was demonstrated for Marine Corps brass by Sikorsky Aircraft Co. A pair of clamshell doors swing wide to admit passengers or cargo through a whale-sized mouth. New features: retractable landing gear to cut air resistance, a five-bladed front rotor (the rear rotor has four blades). Speed: better than 150 m.p.h. Name: XHR2s...
...same salt solution, give or take a pinch, that the movie public has been contentedly gargling since Mutiny on the Bounty (1935). There are Robert Taylor and the usual miniature whale, the mutiny on the blood-slopped foredeck, the bad harpooner called Silva. the nice native girl (Betta St. John) and the sunken treasure-in this case so palpably a ball bearing that audiences may wonder why all the actors believe it to be a large black pearl...
Inside is a strange, ungainly object: the central half of a submarine. Its afterpart stands clear and showing its skin, like a dissected whale, but its forward part is enclosed in a big tank of water. The building is filled with a rushing sound. Men come and go, consulting complicated instruments. A crew of engine-room men work inside the submarine, checking and nursing its machinery just as if it were cruising under...
...years old. The gleaming brass nameplates of the houses might have been nailed on yesterday, but the houses themselves were all built before 1850. The street is paved--but the old cobblestones still show through a dip in the pavement at the west end. The lights which once burned whale oil now use electricity but the modern bulbs, without globes, are fixed into the old lamps. There are not many lights, and at night the center green becomes a mass of black surrounded by a glinting curlicue iron fence and the red brick sidewalk that is found throughout the Hill...