Word: clerkes
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...walked a circuitous 1,003 well-publicized miles from Pensacola to Miami, chatting every step of the way with prospective voters about their problems. Last year, while running for Governor, Mississippi's Cliff Finch caught attention by spending a day a week working at such jobs as grocery-store clerk and bulldozer operator...
...1950s, a clerk in a department store refused to let me sip from a water fountain, despite my mother's plea that "he's just a little boy." Later, when my family got its first television set, I was entranced by the ads for Glen Echo amusement park. My mother couldn't really explain why she couldn't take me there. The reason, of course, was that Glen Echo did not admit blacks. Nor did many restaurants, movie theaters and other public facilities...
...were denied a room in a Holiday Inn in Savannah, and wound up sleeping in a "rooming house" (read whorehouse) that hadn't had an overnight guest in years. In Stuart, my father went into a hardware store to buy a Thermos bottle. The white clerk asked my dad, a distinguished professor of surgery at least 20 years his senior, "What you want, boy?" My father struggled to maintain his dignity as he told the clerk what he wanted. I felt in my gut, for the first time, how hard it had been for black men to preserve their...
...years"), it was Grandfather Al beaming down from the dais. When the drivers were testifying, Deadpan Al nodded gravely at their protests, seemingly recording it all into his store of wisdom. But when catcalls and boos started to swell in the gallery, Ferocious Al glanced, disgusted, toward the City Clerk and said, sotto voce, "They sure can turn on you." He might have said, "I sure can turn on them...
...Delderfield standards) would not hold even a closet door open. As far as the flag and the Empire are concerned, it might be subtitled To Subvert Them All My Days or The Devil Is a Welshman. Delderfield's Angry Young Man, 1929-style, is a young bank clerk named Charlie Pritchard-5 ft. 5 in. of meekness, with horn rimmed glasses. After six years of diligent work in his drab little Welsh seaside town, Charlie still boards in a room formerly occupied by a pickle salesman. He has barely risen to be fifth of six clerks. "That...