Tracking and Orbit-Determination Program of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory

The lunar-probe tracking program at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory has two prime objectives: (1) provide real-time predictions of the direction of the probe from various observation stations; (2) establish a reliable trajectory corresponding to the actual flight path of the probe. The tracking program, although developed for use with lunar probes, can be used for interplanetary probes if certain modifications are made. The program, as developed for the IBM 704 digital computer, has two distinct phases. First, the equations of motion and the variational equations are integrated to each observation time where the elements of the equation A (sub u) equals b [linearization of the maximum likelihood equations] are computed. The second phase is concerned with the solution of a specified subset of A (sub u) equals b. Flexibility and ease of operation have been major objectives in writing the 704 program. The number of data points and tracking stations that may be used is limited only by computing time and core storage. Input formats and operating instructions are presented for utilizing the various computational options available in the program

Little Fools and Great Ones

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Life on the Ocean Wave

A life on the ocean waveA home on the rolling deepWhere the scatter\u27d waters raveAnd the winds reveal their keepLike an eagle cag\u27d I pineOn this dull unchanging shoreOh give me the flashing brineThe spray and the tempest\u27s roarA life on the ocean wave A home on the rolling deep Where the scatter\u27d waters rave And the winds reveal their keepThe winds! The winds! The winds their revels keepThe winds! The winds! The winds their revels keepOnce more on the deck I standOf my own swift gliding craftSet sail! Farewell to the landThe gale follows fair abaftOf my own swift gliding craft Set sail! Farewell to the land The gale follows fair abaftWe shoot through the sparkling foamLike an ocean bird set freeLike the ocean bird our homeWe\u27ll find far out on the seaA life on the ocean wave A home on the rolling deep Where the scatter\u27d waters rave And the winds reveal their keepThe winds! The winds! The winds their revels keep The winds! The winds! The winds their revels keep The land is no longer in viewThe clouds have begun to frownBut with a stout vessel and crewWe\u27ll say, let the storm come downAnd the song of our hearts shall beWhile the winds and the waters raveA life on the heaving seaA home on the bounding waveA life on the ocean waveA home on the rolling deepWhere the scatter\u27d waters raveAnd the winds their revels kee

Old Night Lamp

Oh scorn me not as a fameless thingNor turn with contempt from the song I sing\u27Tis true I am not suffer\u27d to beOn the ringing board of wassail gleeMy pallid gleam must never fallIn the gay saloon or lordly hallBut many a tale does the night lamp know Of secret sorrow and lonely woeI\u27m found in the closely curtain\u27d roomWhere a stillness reigns that breaths of the tombWhere the breaking heart and heavy eyeAre waiting to see a lov\u27d one dieWhere the doating child with noiseless treadSteals warily to the mother\u27s bedI\u27m wildly snatch\u27d and my glimring rayShows a glazing eye and stiffning clay I am the light that quivering flitsIn the joyous home where the fond wife sitsWaiting the one that flies his hearthFor the gamblers dice and drunkards mirthShe mournfully trims my slender wickAnd many a time has my spark expiredAnd left her still the weeping and tired Many a lesson the bosom learnsOf hapless grief while the night lamp burnsMany a scene unfolds to meThat the heart would bleed to seeThen scorn me not as a fameless thingNor with contempt from the song I singBut smile as ye will or scorn as ye mayThere\u27s nought to be found but truth in the la

Ivy Green

A dainty plant is the Ivy greenThat creepeth o\u27er ruins oldOf right choice food are his mealsI ween in his cell so lone and coldThe wall must be crumbled the stones decayedTo pleasure his dainty whimAnd the mould\u27ring dust that years have madeIs a merry meal for himCreeping where no life is seenA rare old plant is the ivy green Creeping where no life is seen A rare old plant is the ivy green Creeping, creeping, creeping where no life is seen Creeping, creeping a rare old plant is the ivy green Fast he stealeth though he wears no wingsAnd a stanch old heart has heHow closely he twineth, how closely he clingsTo his friend the huge oak tree!And slyly he traileth along the groundAnd his leaves he gently wavesAs he joyously hugs and crawleth aroundThe mould of dead men\u27s gravesCreeping where grim death had beenA rare old plant is the ivy greenCreeping where no life is seenA rare old plant the ivy greenCreeping, creeping, creeping where no life is seenCreeping, creeping a rare old plant is the ivy green Whole ages have fled and their works decay\u27dAnd nations have scatter\u27d beenBut the stout old ivy shall never fadeFrom its hale and hearty greenThe brave old plant in its lonely daysShall fatten up on the pastFor the stateliest building men can raiseIs the ivy\u27s food at lastCreeping where no life is seenA rare old plant is the ivy greenCreeping where no life is seen A rare old plant is the ivy greenCreeping, creeping, creeping where no life is seenA rare old plant is the ivy greenCreeping, creeping a rare old plant is the ivy green

Our Native Song

Our native song! our native song!Oh! where is he who loves it not?The spell it holds is deep and strong,Where\u27er we go, whate\u27er our lot,Let other music greet our earWith thrilling fire or dulcet tone;We speak to praise, we pause to hear,But yet oh! yet \u27tis not our own!The Anthem chant, the Ballad wild,The notes that we remember longThe theme we sing with lisping tongue\u27Tis this we love our native song!Our native song!Our native song!The theme we sing with lisping tongue \u27Tis this we love our native song! The one who bears the felon\u27s brand,With moody brow and darken\u27d name,Thrust meanly from his father land,To languish out a life of shame;Oh! let him hear some simple strainSome lay his mother taught her boyHe\u27\u27ll feel the charm, and dream againOf home, of innocence, and joy!The sigh will burst, the drops will start, And all of virtue buries longThe best, the purest in his heart,Is waken\u27d by his native song.Our native song!Our native song!The theme we sing with lisping tongue \u27Tis this we love our native song! Self exil\u27d from our place of birth,To climes more fragrant, bright, and gay,The mem\u27ry of our own fair earthMay chance awhile to fade away:But should some minstrel echo fall,Of chords that breathe Columbia\u27s fame,Our souls will burn, our spirits will yearn,True to the land we love and claim.The high! the low! in weal or woe,Be sure there\u27s something coldly wrongAbout the heart that does not glowTo hear its own, its native song. Our native song!Our native song!The theme we sing with lisping tongue,\u27Tis this we love our native song

The World\u27s Greatest Deliberative Body and the Decision to Invade: The Rhetoric of Senatorial Debate on S.J.Res. 46

On the issue of the 2003 U.S.-led invasion of Iraq, many in the public view President George W. Bush as the primary actor in its execution. Yet Bush explicitly sought congressional approval before employing military force. In doing so, he elevated Congress’ role in the Iraq crisis. A plethora of academic research exists on how Bush attempted to persuade the public that invading Iraq was the correct choice. However, a dearth of scholarship exists on how Congress, specifically the Senate, deliberated on this decision. As a chamber often labeled the “World’s Greatest Deliberative Body,” the Senate carries constitutionally-unique responsibilities in matters of foreign affairs. The 107th Senate and the debate on the 2002 Iraq resolution constitute the focus of this thesis. Often viewed by scholars as highly influential in foreign policy matters, the Senate only dedicated five days to debate one of the most expansive military authorizations in recent American history. A close textual analysis of Senate\u27s speeches, selected from the Congressional Record, was conducted so as to trace the arguments that the Senators made. This analysis yielded three metaphorical clusters that help illuminate the Senators’ speech structure: FORCE, TIME, and STATUS. As federal representatives of the American public, it is crucial to understand how our Senators argued, and ultimately passed, a momentous resolution costing more than one-and-a-half trillion dollars and resulting in the third longest war in American history