Word: fibered
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...cobblers: a wooden Dutch shoe for the wet lowlands, a cool leather sandal for Arabia's hot sands, a warm quilted-cotton boot for Manchuria's bitter winters. Wooden manikins wore beautifully embroidered costumes from the Andean highlands and a fascinating suit of woven palm-fiber armor made for a South Sea island warrior. There were tiny statues, ceremonial masks, hoes and puppets from such widely separated areas as Borneo, Europe and Africa, all done with the same careful skill. And outside, the museum will soon set up its most ambitious project of all: a complete fisherman...
...Edna are a middle-aged London couple who have been putting a good face on their bad marriage for so long that they have almost forgotten what it really looks like. Charles is a well-placed civil servant with the aplomb of a head waiter and the moral fiber of an eel. Edna retreats into a cocoon of modern books, music and art. Into this cozy purgatory of ask-me-no-questions, Author Green drops a woman, not just any woman, but an overnight celebrity named Eva Droumek...
Stiffener. A new boxmaking and panel material that combines the stiffness and strength of wood with the smoothness and lightweight of fiber cartons was brought out by Weyerhaeuser Timber Co. Called "Ply-Veneer," it is made of Douglas fir veneer sandwiched between thin layers of Kraft container board. Price of paneling: about...
...years ago he bought the tools, dies and inventory of Tropicair Air Conditioner, plans to turn out a half-ton conditioner listing at $239 and a three-quarter ton unit at $269, about 30% less than existing models. Muntz's design has a new wrinkle: a glass-fiber cabinet which is much lighter than metal, needs no paint, forestalls unsightly rust stains dripping down the outside of buildings from metal-cased window units...
...Hope You Choke." "The noise in here drives you bugs after a while," said his co-worker Salvatore Recupero, "but he never come off his machine to talk to anybody. He was a bandit for work." But along about last Christmas, Peter Akulonis' inner fiber began to fray and shrivel under the pressures and strains of life. At lunch he sat apart, alone and unhappy. When a friend bought a new car, he asked: "How can you afford that when I drive a pile of junk? All I do is work and go home. . . I'm not getting...