Word: boye
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...meets with the University to discuss ways to ensure harmony between HUCTW and Harvard is counterintuitive: the worker who opposes the union shouldn't care, and the union doesn't need advice on this matter from those who are not sympathetic to its very existence. Every club, from the Boy Scouts to the Democratic Party, has a rule for making internal decisions: each member, one vote. To stray from that rule would be organizational suicide...
...skims a famous compilation of nursery rhymes by two Oxonians, Iona Opie and her late husband Peter. Their previous books include superior verses, but no better illustrations. Some 60 prominent artists from Sendak to Nicola Bayley have given stature to such street doggerel as "Once there was a little boy,/ He lived in his skin;/ When he pops out,/ You may pop in" and George Bernard Shaw's effort for the young, presented at age 93: "Dumpitydoodledum big bow wow/ Dumpitydoodledum dandy!" Not exactly Dr. Seuss, but, as young people know, many a satisfying afternoon can be spent with leftovers...
...least four hundred years from now/ Your tale will still be told, I vow." The prophet is Queen Elizabeth I, and she is celebrating Sir Francis Drake, His Daring Deeds (Farrar, Straus & Giroux; $12.95). So is Roy Gerrard, who imaginatively charts the rise of Britain's supersailor from cabin boy to conqueror of the Spanish Armada. Although the author-illustrator employs rhymed couplets and a suite of exuberant watercolors, he is textbook-true to history, pageantry, royalty and, most important, the man who "took his leave, with sails unfurled,/ to circumnavigate the world...
...said blue? Could it be you? A blue sky blue, a blue eye blue, a bow, a ball, a blue jean blue?" Or perhaps he wants "slicker yellow, sunshine yellow, lemonade and daisy yellow." But no; despite the additional temptations of purple, brown, pink and orange, the boy hews to one hue: "A cherry, berry, very red." And who can blame him? Keiko Narahashi shows a rainbow of appealing items, but the best is obviously Santa Claus on a fire engine. What redder, better way to say Merry Christmas...
...much more the compassionate pragmatist. He wants a quiet investigation, conducted through sidelong glances, little toe-scuffing chats with the locals and the free play of his instincts. He can kick into angry overdrive with a grin still on his face, and is not above conducting a shy, country-boy courtship of a key witness (Frances McDormand) to get on with his job, which, as he sees it, is simply to find the criminals, not change the world...