February 4, 1962: Take one quintuplified planetary alignment. Sprinkle in an always-mystifying solar eclipse. Stir in a potload of craziness--prayer vigils in Bombay, shelter-stocking in the United States, jittery sky-gazing everywhere--and you've got yourself an all-out Apocalypse Watch. Nothing happens, of course. But the Antichrist was born the next day, at least according to noted psychic Jeane Dixon.