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At 7130 one morning, two men who had just met for the first time sat eating breakfast in Pasadena's Huntington-Sheraton Hotel. One of the men was a U.S. Senator who had come to town to see the jet-propulsion laboratory at the California Institute of Technology. But the Senator seemed to have only the foggiest notion of who the other man was. "What department are you in at Caltech?" asked the Senator. Replied his companion: "Physics."
For modest, stocky Lee Alvin DuBridge, it was a typical answer. He would be the last...
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