During the deadening nineteen fifties, when oafs were oafs, presidents were non-existant war heroes and teenagers throughout the' land measured their status in terms of the height of their Cuban heels and the amount of grease in their hair, far-sighted Ray Harryhausen was doin’ us all dirt. While Eisenhower innocently played his wellpublicized golf games, young Ray was insidiously setting loose an honest-togod dinosaur in Coney Island. When Tony Bennett was only THINKING of leaving his heart in San Francisco, Harryhausen was already sending in a two hundred foot octopus into town to tear down the Golden Gate Bridge. When the U.S. government hedged on the flying saucer question, balding Ray had a fleet of bona fide saucers crashland in Washington D.C.