The cliches of classroom science films the white-coated chemist making voodoo, the spectacular, cymbal-scored shot of steel being poured or an oil well gushing, the concluding tide of coronation music as the sponsoring firm is identified are familiar to every schoolboy who has slumped, bored but gratefully relaxed, through a reel or two of respite from the chore of learning. High school science teachers have tolerated these technological travelogues presumably because they are "visual aids to education," and the phrase sounds up-to-date; college science profs have ignored them almost completely.
Contempt for most...
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