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hwp - At Cape Canaveral,
another probe into space.
Target: the Moon.
A 52-ton multistage rocket
combining elements of
the Thor ICBM and the Vanguard
is ready for firing.
On the planned course,
the 83-pound Pioneer space probe
would closely approach
the Moon
and would be swung into orbit
by the Moons own gravity.
- Two...
One...
Zero.
- The vehicle roars aloft
at too steep an angle,
working more directly
against gravity than planned,
reaching over
23,000 miles an hour.
It carries
to nearly 80,000 miles,
30 times as far as ever before.
The Pioneer remains
mans most resoundingly
successful probe into space.
At last, the truth
about flying saucers.
Theyre real.
Just as real as Santa Claus,
thats what,
and weve got 10,000 Allentown
youngsters to back us up.
They greeted old St. Nick as he
made his first 1957 appearance.
Santa greets his greeters
with gifts and a gala party,
as is his custom.
A flying saucer carries
lots more Christmas cargo
than reindeer.
Where are the reindeer?
Why, theyre back
at the North Pole, honey.
But dont you cry.
Santa is still Santa.
Christmas is still Christmas.
And kids are still kids.
Right up to the minute both
in transportation and in dress,
the first ski birds
of the season migrate
to the Bear Mountain Inn,
hopeful of snow.
There is no snow in New York,
but thats no never mind,
because the emphasis right now
is on fashions.
Theyre all dressed up for snow
in their White Stag ensembles
for winter sportswear,
colorful outfits that will
light up any festive occasion.
Hollywood, California.
Two titans of the movie industry
go head-to-head,
and no one wins.
World-famous movie star,
M. Eric McCormack,
known affectionately by his fans
as "Meric,"
has reached an impasse
in a contract dispute
with his long-time boss,
Louis Q. Goldstone,
head of Goldstone
International Pictures.
With production complete
on Allen Trespass,
rumored to be the greatest
science fiction movie ever made,
it appears a legal showdown
will deprive the world
of ever seeing it.
Louis Q. made the announcement
at his Hollywood studio
this week.
- It saddens me deeply
to announce
that Goldstone International
is shelving the release
of its epic sci-fi picture
Allen Trespass.
Im ordering today
that all prints
and the negative of the film
be destroyed.
- Mr. Goldstone!
Mr. Goldstone!
- Meric, seen here in a recent
interview with Edwin R. Burrows
days before he and Goldstone
parted ways,
has described the movie
as his best acting work ever.
- Tell me about the movie.
- Ill tell you a little,
because Goldy would have
my you know what.
- And thats the news
from around the world.
- Earlier today,
I met with Dr. Ted Lewis.
Hes the director of the
Bald Mountain Observatory.
- And one big gumdrop.
- Welcome, Dr. Lewis.
Tonight is the height
of the meteor showers.
The Perseid meteor showers,
is that right?
- Right.
- Doctor, would you please tell
our audience exactly
what are meteors,
and where do they come from?
- Well, they could be the debris
from comet tails,
like the Perseids,
or simply the rocks and dust
of worlds
that were destroyed long ago.
- Destroyed worlds?
You-you mean like our Earth?
- Well...
yes.
But dont worry; thats not
likely to happen to us
any time soon.
- Well, that certainly
is good news, Doctor.
What happens when meteorites-
- Stardust.
- Oh, Ted, darling, another one.
You really must see this.
Its breathtaking.
- In a minute, dear.
It doesnt peak till
2:00 in the morning anyway.
- Oh, Ted, another.
Nutmeg?
- Im the chef
around here tonight, remember?
- Of course you are, darling.
Happy anniversary.
- Happy anniversary, Lana.
Coals ready?
- Look good.
Oh, Ted,
look at the big bright one.
- Dick.
Dick, you promised.
- Penny, please,
just be reasonable.
Now, look, we-we couldnt
possibly love each other
any more on our honeymoon,
could we?
Right?
- Nice try, Mr. Perkins.
Dick, look, a shooting star.
Quick, make a wish.
So what was your wish?
- Well.
- What is it with you guys?
- Whoa, Penny, what is that?
Its shaking around
like its crazy.
- Oh, gosh.
Thats cause its coming
straight at us.
- Oh!
- Dick, its gonna hit us.
- Oh, boy.
- Hurry, Dick,
its getting closer.
- Come on, you piece of junk!
Oh, God!
- What on earth was that?
Ted?
- Darn, Im trying
to reach the observatory,
but theres no dial tone.
The crash must have knocked out
the lines.
- What was it, an asteroid?
- No, dear, more like
an immense meteoroid.
And right in our own backyard.
Im going up there.
- Whoa.
