In most ways, little Bobby Gordon is like any of the other eleven-year-olds he plays with in Cleveland. He wears-blue jeans and flannel shirts, has trouble with spelling, whoops loudly at the cowboy matinees on Saturdays. But for several years Bobby has had a way of astounding his elders.
At five, he visited an observatory and startled the astronomers by naming the major constellations, and describing the planets and their characteristics. At six, he wrote a learned little essay on the atom (though in those days, he spelled it "andn"). At seven, he wrote another paper on "Cellula" structures ("the amoebas is...
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