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Jet Sub Fires Underwater Rockets (Aug, 1949)

I don’t know of any chemically propelled submarines that have ever been deployed, but the Nautilus, the first nuclear submarine, was completed about five years after this was published. The author is correct that Ballistic Missile Submarines did become a huge part of our strategic deterrent during the cold war.

Jet Sub Fires Underwater Rockets

Submarines can win a war, top military men say! So here’s the dope on our race for undersea supremacy.

By Frank Tinsley

THE lowly pig-boat of yesterday has become the capital ship of tomorrow! An American jet submarine, firing underwater rockets, might tilt the balance between victory and defeat in the event of a third world war.

Why Don’t We Have… Rolling Pillboxes for the Army? (Jan, 1954)

Patent may be found here

Why Don’t We Have… Rolling Pillboxes for the Army?

Rogdable, bulletproof eggs that split apart to form armed twin turrets to protect our GI’s.

By Frank Tinsley

THE new and nasty brand of infighting that bloodied the rugged ridges of Korea has hammered home some tough tactical lessons to Uncle Sam’s ground forces. Mass “waves of the sea” attacks, totally new to American military experience, steamrollered over our positions despite the staggering casualties we inflicted. Stealthy, knife-wielding night raiders cut front-line morale to ribbons until our weary dogfaces learned the necessity of unceasing nocturnal vigilance. Saturation mortar shelling turned ordinary trenches and foxholes into open graves and forced the evacuation of hard-won footholds. Key hilltops taken by day and retaken by the Reds in night attacks made front-line life an endless round of hand-to-hand hell.

Why Don’t We Have Moving Sidewalks for City Shopping (Sep, 1954)

Why Don’t We Have Moving Sidewalks for City Shopping

Conveyor-belt transportation would beautify our streets, reduce noise and help shoppers.

By Frank Tinsley

IMAGINE New York’s famous Fifth Avenue devoid of all wheeled traffic.

No taxis, busses or private automobiles, alternately jamming up at street corners and darting ahead at the change of lights. No grinding gears, roaring motors or noxious exhaust fumes. No swarms of nervous pedestrians scurrying back and forth at dangerous intersections. Imagine, instead, a leafy-mall extending down the avenue’s center, green with trees and bushes, brightened with flowers and flanked by a continuous stream of comfortable public cars, flowing smoothly along on silent, rubber belts.