Under the guise of plain talk and common sense about careers in the space age, this exhortation shoots straight from the wallet and lands on a quivering Dollar sign. In a sort of grab-your-chemistry-set-and-get-rich-quick diatribe, the liberal arts are dismissed as the ""cultural cream"" of our society, capable of survival and worthy of pursuit only in peace time. The author's grim future deands an unprecedented number of scientists, mathematicians and technologists who are evidently to be spurred by two motives -- love of money and fear of Russia. The last time a country built this kind of technological elite, it became one of the spoils of war -- but then, history is one of the liberal arts, so--). Another thing that repeatedly exercises Mr. Binder is the poor showing American women make in the sciences as compared to Russia's. It would have been better had these accusatory remarks been saved for the creators rather than the victims of the situation. (After all it hasn't been young women, but the professional societies, graduate schools and industries that have recruited, selected and hired with sexual as over the years.) The following chapters concentrate on educational requirements, job definitions and the names of companies where the openings are. Finishing up with the suspect assurance that anti-intellectuals are the ones who dislike the sciences, the total equals a triumph of poor taste and jingo-istic job pushing.