Word: clerking
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Punch's droll Herbert could not leave off without proposing that "upon the Hot Seat or Vibrating Chair which jiggles" in the gymnasium, the Cunard White Star line should screw another commemorative plate: "HERE SAT, WITH HIS ACCUSTOMED DIGNITY AND CHARM, SIR HORACE DAWKINS, THE REVERED CLERK AT THE TABLE OF THE HOUSE OF COMMONS, AND WAS VIBRATED AFTER A GOOD LUNCH, MAY 16TH...
There was a time when Harvard College boasted an endowment of $5,190,000 and a telephone. That was on August 30, 1886 when John L. Taylor was given a position as junior clerk in the Wadsworth House Bursar's office. Today, 50 years afterward, as Auditor, he deals with an endowment of $128,800,000, transacts his business through one of the University's 6000 phone extensions...
...poorly by sacrificing accuracy for speed in the Omaha tournament. There was freckled Mary Jane ("Little Marie") Huber, 15-year-old schoolgirl, a hopeless cripple until she was 10, who handled the ball like a grape fruit, outscored her coach, Marie Warmbier. Pretty, buxom Ella Burmeister, a grocery clerk, so excited one male spectator with her nine-game total of 1,683 that he fell off his high perch, broke his ankle. Marge Slogar, 22-year-old Lithuanian who starred at left field on the Cleveland Bloomer Girls' softball championship team last year, swaggered around the alleys...
...officers suffered from this mental scurvy at times, but Huxley and the ship's clerk (whom, in good Victorianese, he calls "M.") developed a real feud. The quarrel was finally settled when Huxley insisted on a showdown before the captain, disproved all M.'s chimerical innuendoes, forced him to sign a retraction. In Australia, where the Rattlesnake based for several exploratory cruises, Huxley found pleasanter society, fell in love with a Miss Henrietta Heathorn, and diarized about her at a great rate. They were engaged eight years, finally married in England...
...supposedly prohibitive $100,000. Last week a plump, elderly woman walked into Manhattan's U. S. District Court, dipped deep into her black purse, pulled out a fat wad of bills, carefully peeled off 97 crisp $1,000 bills, four $500 bills, ten $100 bills. A gaping clerk counted them, recounted them, made out a receipt for the bail of John Torrio, paid in full...