Word: streamingly
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...swarming with frustrated maidens and looks like a young ladies' finishing school. But there are no students among the 8,000 carefully segregated females who live there. They all work for the U.S. Department of Agriculture, and they spend their lives in milk cans warmed by a gentle stream of air. Raised and cared for by Entomologist Robert T. Yamamoto, these sex-starved cockroaches are fed on dog meal, and their only job is to exude a sex lure that drives male cockroaches crazy...
...tape is fed to a computer, which sucks it up at inhuman speed, measuring the width of letters and counting the spaces in a swift stream of words. When it gets near the end of a line, it does what a human typesetter would do, adding spaces if necessary to fill out the line. When it comes to a word that has to be hyphenated, which happens about every five lines, it hesitates momentarily while it consults a quick-access memory. If the word has a recognizable prefix or a familiar ending, such as -ing or -tion, the memory tells...
...lower shelf he noticed two copies of Fish I Have Known by Arthur H. Beavan, author of Birds I Have Known and Animals I Have Known. Pulling out the first edition, Gridley looked with warmth at the Fearing bookplate, which showed a green trout leaping from a green stream. The motto read: "Wish Us the Wind South," and underneath were the words: "This book is not to be sold or exchanged...
...halted at the Lufira River. That was correct, up to a point. With three bridges down, the Indians stopped at the Lufira all right, but only long enough to rig ropes and pulleys to a swimming float and ferry 120-mm. mortars, recoilless rifles and Jeeps across the stream. Noronha had no orders to take Jadotville-but then again, he had no orders not to-so he kept on going. Unopposed, the Indians trooped into Jadotville with Noronha himself heading a column of Jeeps...
Missouri's John Huston, of course, is a bit of the old sod if ever there was one. In Galway, he has a 26-room Georgian mansion, a trout stream, and a shooting bog. For some time he has been Joint Master of the Foxhounds of the Galway Blazers, for whom he gave a party one night last week that lasted until break of day, while Huston's fellow huntsmen, 500 strong, milled around under three marquees set up on the master's spacious lawn. "I like horses and deep country and the Irish pleasantries," says Huston...