Looking for a short story from the 1960s (I think), a guy's uncle wrote a fishing column for the newspaper, too flowery, too long. Someone gives him a machine that vacuums the adjectives out of the text; became a great column. You could adjust it -- just vacuum the big adjectives, etc. Machine needs to be emptied and the adjectives drift into a conversation. They look like little pieces of colored cellophane, floating in the air. Hilarious and I've searched everywhere for it. I think it was in one of those anthologies like "best science fiction" (?)