Sadly, they did not dump X. They merely suspended advertising until the short attention span of Americans (approximately 3x that of a goldfish) forgets this and moves on to other pressing matters such as Dancng with the Stars.
Some years ago, I was at an air show where the Army’s Golden Knights parachute team performed. One of the guys landed way back in the audience, instead of anywhere near the target on the airfield. “Great target area landing” cheered the team’s announcer.
Dad produced the wire that was used in Telstar; wire to that point broke quickly from the stresses and was not able to handle the repeated heating and cooling of the sun and the shade in the orbital path of those early satellites. He led the research division of a small specialty metals manufacturer in New Jersey; I remember going to the plant and watching the giant ladles of metal being poured into ingots and then run through endless dies turning a single block of metal into a spool of wires dozens of miles long.
I bragged to all the kids in school that my Dad was helping defeat the Russians in space. I don’t really think Telstar did that, but what did I know?
Not surprised that METARites include so many rocket children.
My Dad went into WWII with a B.S. in Civil/Mechanical Engineering, by the end of the African campaign was a Captain of Artillery, where he was sufficiently clever in repairing broken firing pins faster than anybody else that he was thought well of. He got plucked away from the war just north of Rome in 1944 and sent by the Army to Caltech to study to be ready to be a PhD advanced engineering babysitter of the captured Peenmunde Germans (von Braun and co) from their arrival in the USA until about 1955. Thereafter he was one of the ten primary engineers behind ICBM guidance and control, working as one of the founding engineers of Ramo Woolridge. I played chess with von Braun and learned to ski with Dolf Thiel’s kids. I taught then how to surf.