Outside New York's Coliseum last week stood a Redstone rocket, white and spare, and tipped with a Mercury capsule exactly like the one that carried Commander Alan Shepard on his suborbital flight. Inside the building glittered the American Rocket Society's "Space Flight Report to the Nation"an astonishing exhibition of the phony and the competent, the trivial and the magnificent. Some of the objects on exhibit were miracles of deft design and precision workmanship. Others were not working so well. (A computer kept typing petulantly: "I can't see a thing without my glasses.") Still others would probably never work at all. Mused...
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