Word: pills
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...VAGINAL "PILL." Some researchers are trying to develop ways of delivering the Pill's key steroids-estrogens and progesterones-in smaller and therefore less dangerous doses. One device being tested by Dr. Daniel R. Mishell of the University of Southern California School of Medicine seems to hold unusual promise: it is a small (two-inch diameter), doughnut-shaped flexible plastic ring that a woman can insert into her vagina. It prevents conception, not by blocking the sperm, as does the diaphragm, but by releasing a small steady trickle of steroids into the bloodstream through the mucous membranes...
Died. Elmyr de Hory, 65, master art forger; by his own hand (sleeping-pill overdose); on the Spanish island of Ibiza. Hungarian-born De Hory painted under his own name until 1946, when he sold a small "Picasso" that he had executed. With the aid of a skillful fence, he turned his mimicry of Matisse, Modigliani and others into millions of dollars until his cover was blown in 1967. The dapper De Hory was the subject of Fake!, a 1969 biography by his friend Clifford Irving−no mean hoaxer himself−and a movie by Orson Welles. In recent...
...pill in his stocking for Roger Revelle...
...date is 1962, a year before the action of Couples occurred. The author has always been preoccupied by the uses of infidelity. Fifteen years ago, he would have us believe, Freudian tolerance and the Pill had not yet quite eroded the dangers and moral impediments involved in extramarital love. In any case Jerry, actively religious, thirtyish and ten years into a good marriage, is not one to take love lightly, in or out of wedlock. He wants to divorce Ruth and make an honest woman of Sally. He agonizes over his children. He revels in sweet pain and postures about...
...humorless student radical. In odd stolen hours, she plays mistress to an avant-garde artist who serves as a kind of latter-day Mad Hatter. From both husband and lover, Joan cleverly hides two secret shames: the fact that she produces feverishly romantic gothic novels and her pre-diet-pill memories of a miserably obese childhood. Both are telltale signs of a temperament too florid to suit the doctrinaire, modernist tastes of the men now in her life. One day, seized by a fit of automatic writing while staring at herself in a three-way mirror, she turns...