Word: vinyl
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...combine, two pickup trucks, a 2½-ton truck and three tractors. Helen England raises German shepherd dogs, earned $2,300 last year, and used part of the money to buy new bedroom furniture. They have an automatic washer and dryer, wall-to-wall carpeting in the living room, vinyl tile in the dining room-kitchen, and a TV set. In the busy spring planting time, Frank often rises at 2 a.m. to get a head start in the fields. A hired hand helps out in the spring, and in summer they take on three high school boys part time...
...spike heel has made its mark on the U.S. ever since it speared its way into fashion, leaving behind a trail of dented vinyl, punctured Persian rug and pockmarked hardwood. But spike wearers complain that they are forever getting mired in asphalt, countersunk on lawns, trapped on escalator steps and sidewalk gratings. Now comes Heeleze, plastic disks that are to spike heels what snowshoes are to the boot. Heeleze are about an inch overall in diameter, now come in one size but will soon come in three, designed to fit most heels, and are being distributed initially by caterers...
...housewife who feels like the Sorcerer's Apprentice every time she mops the floor, there is SiphO Products' Aqua-Vac-an automatic, nonelectric floor washer and dryer. Hook one end of Aqua-Vac's 20-ft. vinyl tube to a special adapter on the faucet in the kitchen sink, turn on the water, and the cellulose sponge at the business end spreads water over the floor to make a lather with previously sprinkled scouring powder. When the swabbing is done, a twist of the faucet adapter turns Aqua-Vac into a siphon that slurps up the dirty...
...vinyl clams, made by J. A. Hagen & Co. after nature's model, in two handy sizes, Big Squirt and Little Squirt, designed to make any shrimp whistle with glee. Price...
...Last Sight. At 6:20 one morning early this month, a Piper P18 duster plane with Félix at the stick rose over Santa Clara and headed into bucking head winds for the Florida Keys. Rafael, shivering in his thin vinyl jacket, was precariously perched half out of the narrow cockpit, with one leg braced against a wing strut. After two hours of buffeting, Félix, who had never flown in bad weather before, ditched the tiny plane a few hundred yards off Damas Cays, a string of small barren islets about 100 miles northeast of Santa Clara...