Word: bulbs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Bathing suits, like ground hogs, are harbingers of a sort. Flung into department store show windows in the gusty middle of March, they hold the promise of summer in every synthetic strand; mannequins plant tanned plastic legs in the cardboard surf, shading their painted eyes against a light bulb of a sun, and even the earliest shopper sniffs about anxiously for a hint of sea smell in the icy air. But by April's end, summer seems only split seconds away; across the U.S. last week, bathing suit sales began to show something of the shape to come...
...health recently. A few years ago, she suffered a painful leg injury while skiing in Vermont. At first she attended parties while swinging gaily between crutches. But the leg kept giving her trouble. Last year it buckled beneath her while she was standing on a stool changing a light bulb. She fell to the floor, suffered a broken nose and a concussion. From then on, she was plagued with blinding headaches...
...picked up by the lab-top receiver. "I'm starting now." Those words had covered 34 miles, passing over an infra-red beam that carried only .005 watt of energy. It would take 1,500 such diode beams to equal the power used by a single flashlight bulb...
...Metropolitan District Commission. However, as 550 undergraduates park their cars in the B-School lot (bringing the University a monthly income of some $2,750), perhaps Buildings and Grounds could send someone over from time to time to sand down the path. And someone else might put a new bulb in the floodlight standing near Soldiers' Field Road...
...during a seaside holiday to dash off a "wish-you-were-here" note on one of those "naughty postcards." From Brighton and Blackpool, millions of the garishly colored cards are mailed each year with their fat ladies and skinny drunks, timid vicars and saucy tarts, bashful honeymooners and beery, bulb-nosed husbands, all with risqué captions. Since 1904, their creator, shy, retiring Donald McGill, turned out no fewer than 12,500 cards, and sold 200 million copies. In London, the "King of the Postcards" died at 87, and Britain last week mourned the passing of an institution...