Word: clerke
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...trouble began just a couple of nights before the Republicans met in Detroit to welcome Romney as the G.O.P.'s candidate for Governor and nominate the rest of his slate. Into the Statler Hilton walked a well-tailored man named Edward Kelly, 37. From an unsuspecting night clerk he wangled Room 1020, just two doors down the hall from Romney's headquarters. As it turned out, Kelly is state coordinator of Michigan's John Birch Society-and Candidate Romney has publicly promised to purge his party of its Birchers...
...first of his five wives-to say nothing of the several other girls he was leaving behind. Stolz was bitten by the composing bug while he was conductor of Vienna's Theater-an-der-Wien, wrote some of his first real hits while serving as an army clerk in World War I. Among them: Lang, lang ist's her (700 performances), Madel küss mich (750). Sperrsechserl (a phenomenal 2,600 performances beginning...
Relative Quiet. The man who started the noisy affair is 46-year-old Town Clerk Johan ("I'm the worst municipal employee in Holland") Scholtes. Inspired by local band contests, Scholtes decided in 1948 to organize bandsmen on an international scale. He sat down with an atlas, and over the next three years fired off letters all over the world announcing the first international music concours. Seventy-five bands showed up for the 1951 competition. When the second contest rolled around four years later, the municipality asked everyone in town to paint his house front and set out flowers...
Sadly, this summer's brass fanfare may be the last. Scholtes has his enemies, who feel that he has won more glory than is proper for a $220-a-month clerk. When he was invited to Salzburg last year and introduced as "beloved Herr Doktor Scholtes," his fellow townsmen seethed. But if his concours goes, the loss will be Kerkrade's: instead of listening to the pick of the world's brasses, the town will have to settle for relative quiet and its own supply of twelve brass bands, 18 male choirs, nine flute, mandolin and drum...
Penniless bookkeepers excitedly tally the whale's earning powers; children marvel at its youth and strength; bureaucrats boast of its bulky contribution to the economy. Barren women, seeing the whale, nudge each other and say: "There's a man for you!" Only Despic Rade, a civil service clerk, remains apart, at first wishing only to ignore the whale: "What's the whale to me?" But adoration for Big Mac sweeps up around him everywhere, and his outspoken feelings about whales soon darken...