Word: wrappers
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...dressed in top hat and frock coat, wearing spats and an eyeglass, and gripping a short but aggressive pipe in an enormous jaw. . . . To the German mind this immaculate figure is inspired by bitter jealousy of all foreign countries, by diabolical cunning, by ruthless materialism disguised under a revolting wrapper of unctuous self-righteousness. To him, the average Englishman is a clever and unscrupulous hypocrite; a man who, with superhuman ingenuity and foresight, is able in some miraculous manner to be always on the winning side; a person whose incompetence in business and salesmanship is balanced by an uncanny...
Rancidity Preventive. Now that they have learned how to prevent it, chemists revealed that bacon, potato chips, cakes, candy and similar foods become rancid if wrapped in ordinary transparent cellulose sheets. Cause: ultraviolet light which reaches the food through the transparent wrapper. Cure: tinting cellulose wrapping paper with a faint yellow dye which obstructs ultraviolet light...
...notes, penciled corrections, etc.). To maintain the illusion of inside confidence, the scribbled initials of CC (Colebaugh), B (Editorial Director Thomas Hambly Beck) and WLC (Editor William Ludlow Chenery) appear at the top of each report. The week's selections are stapled together, bound in a bright colored wrapper, sealed with paper tape. In bold letters on the wrapper: "CONFIDENTIAL. . . . For the personal attention...
...stories, as the wrapper announces find their grace and power and conviction as they reflect his own nimble curiosity and his insatiable demand for now affirmations of life." Whether, however, they present as "lucid and honest a vision as Whitman or Rousseau" is a matter for future generations to decide. "They do", however, "comprise realistic and experimental stories, travesties, and allegories, tormented searchings and sardonic commentaries...
...dance last week was a sorry affair. The Salome was big Goeta Ljungberg who created some illusion so long as she stayed in her blood-red wrapper. When she started nervously shedding veils, feebly wriggling her abdomen, the audience was as uncomfortable as she. But she got her reward. Into the cistern went the executioner. For a minute only the double-basses were heard, shuddering as if they could see the head fall, the blood gush. Then the executioner's black arm ap peared holding the platter and what seemed to be a wad of cheesecloth...