New York City's second World's Fair of the century opened with a splash. Water squirted, spurted, sprayed and gushed from the Fountain of the Planets and the Fountains of the Fairs, from the Astral, Solar and Lunar Fountains, the Fountain of the Continents and the Fountains of Progress; it rippled and trickled in numberless lakes, lagoons, canals and reflecting pools. And on opening day it dripped endlessly from the cold, grey clouds that dimmed the visibility of the helicopters and dampened the spirits of the groundlings.
But open the fair did, despite...
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