Word: clams
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...community of Teawhit, on the coast of Washington, comes young Jerrod Tobin, whose family moved there in the late 1940s to open a store. An endlessly fascinating playground is revealed to him by his Indian chum, Buckety, who first greets him: "We can be brothers and cross ourselves with clam juice and chicken blood to prove it." Woven into the boys' Huck Finn adventures is a darker tale of the Indians' past. From his grandfather, Jerrod learns of the Indians' once robust life, of how they hunted whales in canoes and dragged the carcasses back to shore...
...song among Japanese students had a refrain that ran "dekansho, dekansho." It was shorthand for "Descartes, Kant, Schopenhauer." In the early 1950s, the hit refrain was "chiiku dansu" i.e., dancing "cheek to cheek." In symbolic miniature, the two songs reflect two staggering cultural encounters between Japan and the West. Clam-shut to the outside world for centuries, Japan was pried open by Commodore Matthew Perry in 1854 and avidly, if erratically, soaked up Western thought and technology. In 1945, the vanquished paid the victors the sincere, if at times embarrassing, flattery of trying to adopt with gusto not only...
...inside out. The concept must be biological, not static. A beautiful seashell is not a façade; it is a shell. This is the essence of architecture." This left Harvard wondering whether it was getting a structure as beautiful as a conch or as homely as a clam. But as it would be his only showpiece in the U.S., Corbu could be counted on to make it impressive...
Twombley's boatyard in South Yarmouth, Me. is redolent of clam flats and hot tar, rife with the cries of greedy gulls and little children. At dockside, where scores of boat owners are polishing, scraping and painting, a World War II veteran, paralyzed from the waist down, rolls up to his 32-ft. cruiser in his wheelchair, pulls himself aboard, finds his screwdriver and gets to work...
...Kelly, having weathered a New York ticker-tape parade and the Washington ceremonial circuit, including St. Patrick's Day at the White House, was bounding about Chicago like a leathery leprechaun. Proving himself of noble stuff, he managed to down such items as green rice, green clam chowder and green cookies without turning green himself. Steadfastly refusing to discuss political issues, he was nonetheless proud of his calling: "I have been a politician all my life. There is no nobler profession-except perhaps that of the church." Bussing and blarneying almost every woman in sight...