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Seconds after the 3-D skycast ended, the Enterprises switchboard was jammed. Calls and telegrams of congratulation began pouring in.
One caller was Andrew Nolan, president of the Amalgamated Broadcasting System. “Congratulations, Tom, on the most spectacular piece of showmanship I’ve ever seen!” he exclaimed. “You’ve made present-day television look like horse-and-buggy stuff! … I might say that you also wrecked the audience rating of every TV show on the air,” he added ruefully.
The advertising executive who had scoffed at Tom during the luncheon also called to apologize. “From now on I’m making no more cracks about lab scientists,” he told the young inventor. “Any time you’d like to switch your talents to advertising, please come to our agency first.”
“Thanks, I’ll stick to inventing,” Tom responded with a chuckle. He hung up and turned to his father, Bud, and Dr. Grimsey, who were sitting with him in the big double office.
Just then the phone rang again.
“If that switchboard stays open, you could be here all night, pal!” Bud said jokingly.
This time the caller was George Dilling, who had been monitoring the Sampson Mark Ill’s progress from the tracking center on Fearing Island. “The probe rocket is going into orbit, skipper!” he reported. “Your Video Vikings will be taking off from the mother ship in a few minutes!”
CHAPTER XIX
A “LIVE” 3-D-CAST
TOM’S heart pounded at the news. “Stand by!” he responded. “We’ll be right over!”
The group dashed out to the airfield and were soon jetting to the rocket base.
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