Word: clapboarded
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...archaeologist trained at the London School of Economics, she has been digging around in the ground for one purpose or another most of her adult life. The wife of Hugh Mencken, curator of European archaeology at Harvard's Peabody Museum, she lives in a rambling clapboard house in suburban Boston, which is happily "overwhelmed" with hundreds of plants that she is readying...
...meeting place will often as not be one of some 300 "home headquarters"-private dwellings like the white clapboard crackerbox of University of New Hampshire Professor Glendon Gee in Somersworth (pop. 8,900), where Romney last week whizzed in for a 40-minute foray...
Time was when a young clergyman could expect his first pulpit to be a rural clapboard church whose faithful accorded him and his preaching unquestioning respect. Today, he is more apt to find himself confronted with spiritual drift in suburbia or explosive hatred in an urban ghetto-and every-where by growing skepticism about the value of religion. Last week the American Association of Theological Schools published a study that bluntly accused most Protestant seminaries of being ill-equipped to train clergymen for ministering to today's world...
...exhibitions of his work opened at Bowdoin College in Brunswick, Me., and Buffalo, N.Y.'s Albright-Knox Art Gallery. Despite his popularity, the artist quit New York City in 1883 for a wave-washed promontory in Maine called Prouts Neck. There the lifelong bachelor worked in a cliffside clapboard studio. Despite his old saltitude, he ordered his natty wardrobe from Brooks Brothers and purchased $40 worth of fine Jamaican rum a month from Boston's fancy S. S. Pierce for his hourly tots. He maintained, despite his absence, membership in the rarefied Century Club. Preserved...
...tiny winding streets are empty. The houses of Provincetown, for all their beauty and quaintness, don't quite match their renown. The ridiculous splotches of color on the old New England clapboard make them look garish rather than festive. Lewis' New York Store is closed. About the only scene of activity seems to be the wharf, naturally enough in a fishing town. It's calmer here, on the inside of the tip, and the tide is low, very low. A dinghy stands adrift on the black silt, waiting for the cold waters to come back; the rickety, nearly rotten legs...