Newspaper article St Louis Post-Dispatch (MO)

Talking Turkey: Shirt Speaks 15 Languages

Newspaper article St Louis Post-Dispatch (MO)

Talking Turkey: Shirt Speaks 15 Languages

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FROM ALL THE celebration, from all the 1,700 columns of ink joyfully announcing its arrival, you would think the Gossard's Super UpLift Bras, the lingerie device that pushes your bosoms all the way to heaven, is the invention of the decade.

Well, if you do, if you have been thinking that, then you're mistaken, because the invention of the decade is the Travel Tee, and it's here in time for your summer vacation.

Instead of toting around eight pounds of phrase books everywhere he ventured, graphics designer Rob Wilson took a Magic Marker and jotted down some phrases on his white T-shirt. Upside down, of course.

Then, when he was lost in Lyon or broke in Barcelona or hungry in Hungary, he would look down at his shirt and find the appropriate phrase to relieve him of his discomfort.

How clever, you're thinking, and how clever indeed.

That's why, once back in the States, Wilson created the Travel Tee, which is available in 15 languages. The French tee is the bestseller, followed by Spanish and Italian.

"Gaelic hasn't quite caught on," Wilson told the press.

He designed some nonlanguage Travel Tees, too; for instance, we've already been able to buy T-shirts carrying the subway systems of several cities. Now, Travel Tees carries a shirt boasting a metric weights-and-measures conversion table.

What could be handier?

You may order a Travel Tee for $18 in either large or extra-large from Blue-Hen Graphics, 3 Grant Jones Street, New York, N.Y. 10012, (800) 345-6404.

Why didn't we think of that?

I also wish we had thought up the new microwave clothes dryer, a magic machine that dries clothes twice as fast as conventional dryers. Estimated to save 20 percent on electric bills, the machine even works for silks and satins and delicate laces. Alas, they won't be on the market for another two years, but this does give me something to look forward to, now that I've given up on receiving an invitation to audition for the New York City Ballet, and that reminds me:

Why is it, asks The New York Times Sunday Magazine - and I must admit to wondering likewise - that with all the fancy innovations in the automobile industry, with cars that talk, count the gallons of gas remaining in your tank, then estimate the number of miles left before you use them all up, that give compass and temperature readings, that do everything, including push your bosoms up to heaven and dry your clothes in half the time, there is still no place for a woman to put her purse? …

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