The Typochondriac: Old columns remind us of today’s word problems

Ed. note: In one communications publication or another, Alden Wood has been writing his “Typochondriac” column since before Cal Ripken Jr. was born. We offer some of our favorite Aldenisms taken from back issues of The Ragan Report from the mid-1970s. We give you: Typochondriac Classics. Alden on ad-speak One continues to suffer nausea as a by-product of certain television commercials. The worst in recent evenings is paid for by some outfit that peddles concentrated orange juice. On screen, wifey hands hubby a glass of the slush; hubby sips and coos, “Has pulp like fresh.”