One hot day last summer Charles Hayden, potent private banker of Manhattan and director of 82 corporations, found himself in Chicago with time on his hands. Casting about for amusement, this ubiquitous socialite bachelor strolled into the Adler Planetarium.
In the centre of the domed room Banker Hayden beheld a great dumbbell-shaped Zeiss projection instrument like a Martian death-ray machine straight out of an early Wells novel. A packed audience of moppets and grownups murmured as 2,700 stars winked in their proper places on the dim vault overhead, as the planets glowed, as...
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