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...NEILL'S Hughie developes three characters, although only two of them actually appear on stage. Set in the seedy lobby of a third-rate Broadway hotel during the summer of 1928, the play features an aging gambler who lost his luck when Hughie, the night clerk, died. Erie Smith (John Bottoms) tells his tale to the new night clerk, Charlie Hughes (Richard Spore) who also appears near death. Erie's monologue is interrupted briefly throughout by Charlie's thoughts, spoken aloud, and by off-stage sounds like fire engines and subway rumblings...
...Hughie saw me as a sort of dream guy...I'll bet he lived a kind of double life...when a sucker cries for more you're a dope not to give him more." Although he's now broke because he donated money for the clerk's funeral, he maintains his sense of humor. "It sure was worth it to give Hughie a big send...
...unemployed surveyor trainee from industrial Wigan in Britain's Lancashire, must have touched the heart of someone at Buckingham Palace when he wrote a plaintive letter to Queen Elizabeth II in 1980, asking for a job. Within weeks Kenny was hired as a stores (pantry) clerk and assigned lodgings in the staff quarters. Like all employees of the royal household, Kenny had to pledge in writing never to reveal to outsiders what goes on inside the royal residences...
James Andrews, the Stated Clerk (chief administrator) of the P.C.U.S., says that for Southern congregations the bailout provision is "an invitation to play five years of hardball to see if we can make this church work. If not, then we'll just kiss one another goodbye." Southern conservatives will be watching closely as leaders decide how presbytery lines will be redrawn, what the new confession of faith contains, how many conservatives get important jobs in the staff reshuffle ahead, and how much cash goes to evangelism and how much to controversial secular causes. Another question is where...
...blast. It's our job to patch up the wounded and, the way they say it around here is, send them back to get wounded again. Actually, I don't do the patching. I'm kind of like what you might sort of call the company clerk, which is still a pretty good thing for an 18-year-old farm boy to be if he's gotta be here. They call me Radar on account of because I can sometimes figure out what somebody's gonna say before they say it-but you knew that...