A Letter From The Publisher, Mar. 17, 1958

EVERYBODY—even the drum patt-er—was plugged in and counting, anxious to see a cooking bird turn green. Suddenly, the orbiting wheel made an eyeball instrumentation and inputted a hold: a ball peen adjustment could mean the difference between a red bird and a green one. What if it turned red? EGADS!

This kind of chatter is everyday lingo to thousands of dedicated missilemen who run the unique Spaceport, U.S.A., at Cape Canaveral, Fla. For a tour beyond the guarded gates of missileland, see NATIONAL AFFAIRS, The Rite of Space.

HITLER claimed the famous century philosopher...

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