Word: clerkes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...nonch sluggin' nook ye can pike to," he said and gestured up the road. We thanked him and went back to our rented car, which wouldn't start. Finally, we walked the way he pointed, found the rickety New Boonville Hotel, roused a pale clerk, and were shown to a room where the floor had the solidity of a trampoline and the only decoration was a 1948 calendar from a Chinese laundry in San Francisco...
...gorms had shied, the nook was strung,/ And the ball belljeemer had neemer."* Then there were the code names for nonch (not-nice) subjects. To go to bed with a girl was to burlap her, because one day in the 1890s someone walked into the general store, found no clerk, checked the storeroom and found him making love to a young lady on a pile of sacks. The word caught on, although it got competition from ricky-chow, an onomatopoeic description of the twanging bedsprings in the Boonville Hotel's honeymoon suite...
...contrast between the two men goes considerably beyond personality. In his 18 years as secretary-general, Visser 't Hooft was interested more in theological questions than day-to-day administration. Blake, the former Stated Clerk of the United Presbyterian Church, sees his duties as primarily pastoral. To give young church dissidents a greater sense of participation in council affairs, he recently invited 75 staff members to a two-day get-together near Montreux. Told they could speak their minds freely, they proceeded to tear apart everything from the way the council organizes its assemblies to the management...
...Where are you going to put the stamps?" guffawed a passing postal clerk. "When do they pick it up?" gibed a construction stiff. Museum Director Jan van der Marck was undismayed. Christo's wrapping, he explains, underlines the fact that "a museum is already a wrapping of sorts. You wrap into a museum all the arts worth preserving and presenting...
...them Americans, are expected to visit what Moroccans call the "Fortunate Kingdom." Many will come in the summer, when the sun is fiercer. But the big boom is now, in winter. These days, only the lucky find hotel rooms ("We just had to turn Charlie Chaplin away," a clerk at Marrakesh's Mamounia Hotel boasted last month, probably falsely). The rest have to make do with tents, trailers or sleeping bags slung somewhere along Morocco's 1,000 miles of beach. The squeeze in accommodations will be eased by new hotels currently under construction: two motel corporations, Ramada...