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Closer to home, the problems are often more mundane-but no less thorny. Last spring a reader asked Landers if toilet paper should unroll over or under the spool. Landers said under; thousands of readers wrote in to set her straight. Sniffed one: "Obviously you do not use the expensive kind of toilet paper with decals." No column was more painful than the one that appeared on July...
...everything from blazer patches ($14.95) to watches ($49.95). The American Heraldry Foundation in Clearwater, Minn., has a different approach. For a $39.95 fee, customers can suggest the motif of their shields. The Beihoffers, a farming family from Buffalo Lake, Minn., for example, picked a horse and plowshare and a spool of thread (sewing is Opal Beihoffer's hobby) for their coat of arms; because marriage and the home are important to the family, they also chose a pair of intertwined rings and a front door (see cut). Says Marketing Manager James Sutton: "We got one request from a swine...
...passed through filters, keeping Deborah free from germs and so clean that it was necessary to give her only one bath a week. There was the usual diaper change, but little other laundering; a single, 10-yd.-long sheet was stored on a spool at one end of the compartment and rolled through into a hamper on the other end as it was soiled; it had to be laundered just once a week. The box was partially soundproofed, and a shade could be drawn over the plate-glass window...
...black, Franklin stove warms the cabin, burning lumps of soft coal that are washed from an exposed vein in the cliffs on the other side of the inlet and carried by the waves to the beach by the cabin. Their dinner table is a huge telephone cable spool, sanded, stained and polished to a rich shine; a bunch of dried wildflowers and some fresh ginger hangs from a rafter; neatly assembled shelves and counters of scrap wood line the kitchen walls...
James Joyce did a terrible thing for a whole generation of writers when he put that tape recorder inside the skull of Leopold Bloom. James Patrick Donleavy, a Dublin-educated New York novelist, ran off a lively spool or two in a novel called The Ginger Man, a picaresque tale of low life and high philosophy in Dublin's slums. He has now reverted to tape in a second novel, this one called A Singular Man, whose hero, equipped with the Joyce instant-playback brain, goes all over the Blooming place in Manhattan...