Word: wafers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...prepared to spy for the Russians, said that on the contrary, for seven years he had resisted Russian pressure to become a Red agent. But the Crown contended that Martelli was caught with shoes that had hollowed-out secret compartments in the heels and that his cigarette packages contained wafer-thin pads with secret codes and passwords. Finally, there was the case of Harold Adrian Russell Philby, journalist, ex-Foreign Office official, and boon companion of Communist Spies Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean, whose reappearance in the news recalled the most notorious of Britain's sex-and-spy scandals...
...lists obsolete but will also mark the extinction of the grocery clerk and the checkout-counter man. Before going to market, a woman will slip her computer into her purse (it will have an inventory of what she needs in the way of staples and supplies stored in its wafer-thin memory cells). Once at the market, she will plug her computer into a socket in a vacant "delivery alcove" and wait for the results. The computer will carry out the business of identifying itself, making the proper accounting entries in its own memory, and authorizing the charge against...
...HOME For dieters who do it the Metrecal way but were never wild about the taste, Mead Johnson & Co. last week promised some alternates to the old powder, liquid and wafer forms and to the old flavors (vanilla, butterscotch and chocolate). To be introduced across the U.S. this month...
...Near-wafer-thin loudspeaker developed by scientists at Israel's Weizmann Institute of Science, which will be marketed in the U.S. by the Emerson Radio & Phonograph Corp. Only three-eighths of an inch thick, it clearly reproduces high-frequency sounds that are scratchy on many present speakers, can be hung on a wall like a picture frame. It will enable Emerson to cut the size of existing hi-fi rigs by two-thirds...
...prose poem by Anaï's Nin. None of Nocturnal was taped, but its sounds-chittering strings, night-wailing flutes-were far out enough to fire up any Varèse fan. Its chanted, fragmented lyrics were appropriately opaque: "You belong to the night. . . Bread and the wafer. . . I have lost my brother. . . Perfume and sperm...