rocketeer n.

Rocketeer to drop off on Venus when he torpedoes by.

Within, arranged in numerous tiers, were tiny packages. ‘Chewing gum!’ said Deneen in surprise, as the neatly-wrapped packages bent in his fingers. Ruth laughed as she tore the covering. ‘Paper, Alan—paper!’ Then—‘shall I taste?’ ‘No…. Don’t take a chance. Well—we know one thing. The rocketeers chew gum.’

On the desk there was a copy of The Weekly Rocketeer, yesterday’s issue. It was a trade magazine, cost one and a half marks, and was full of advertisements for soarers, metal hulls, rocket-tubes, external-combustion engines, fuel mixtures, and so on.

He wore the woven bronze-mesh uniform of a commercial rocketeer service.

Well, fellow space-pilots, tonight—the night I’m writing this, not the night you’re reading it—is the big night, the big night, and the ole Rocketeer was out there to see it. And see it he did, that flash of light on the dark of the moon that marked the landing of the first successful missile launched through space by man.

Suddenly Commander Devlin grinned, and pulled a brandy bottle from his pocket, uncorking it as he spoke: ‘Well, Rocketeers, a short life and a merry one. I never did give a damn for riding in these tin cans.’

Mr. Optimum Stability, himself—at least that was what they told me after an I.B.M. machine picked me from my psychograph out of all the other rocketeers and jetmen in the World Air Force.

Of course, every once in a while I would run across a big scene of stars in the void set in the wall; but they were only pictures. Nothing that gave the feel of great empty space like I'd read about in The Boy Rocketeers, no portholes, no visiplates, nothing.

Joe woke, weightless, gasping in terror. It was that nightmare sensation of unending fall—the sensation the very first rocketeers had when they essayed to ‘coast’ to the moon on their own momentum.

Swanberg was a big, good-looking, outdoors type; and not just any slob rocketeer, but a co-inventor of the rad screen.

Combining the color and verve and unconscious power of the best of traditional SF with the literary concerns of the New Wave. Mating the poet with the rocketeer, Bridging the two cultures.

Finally, two Helot rocketeers came up.

His colleagues among the Vorontsovs have never confirmed nor denied the legend that Valery Mikhailovitch Vorontsov, the old rocketeer of Baikonur, has, over decades of free-fall aboard his cycler Saints Peter and Paul, become something strange and inhuman.