Word: clerks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...failed to receive quite a number of copies of TIME and have gone to the office several times to get my mail and found transient guests, lounge lizards, and lobby loiterers reading my paper, which they had helped themselves to out of my box in the absence of the clerk. Newark must be a temporary stopping off place for the latter class of humans, resting presumably before touring the State of New Jersey, where "Graft" seems to run wild...
...clad in black robes, with a face as still and as pallid as an ancient cameo, entered the courtroom to sentence Messrs. Sacco and Vanzetti to the electric chair. Bluecoats fingered sawed-off shotguns. Secret service agents with crimson rosettes in their lapels posed as Reds. Women sobbed. The clerk droned: "Nicola Sacco, have you anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon you?" In the prisoners' box, a clean-shaven Italian, with a high forehead and a son named Dante, stood up. "Yes, sir, I, I am not an orator," said Nicola Sacco...
Money, politicians know, oils the wheels of the political machine. Last week Democrats, buoyed with hopes for 1928 elections, found their exchequer in the usual sad state. A report filed by the Democratic National Committee, with the clerk of the House of Representatives, showed a debt of over $200,000. Republicans, smarting under charges of bought elections, tartly replied that Democrats have no scandals because they cannot pay for them...
...France the difficulty is diametrically opposite. One M. Vantel, writing in "Cipano" finds that cook and dentist, nouveaux and clerk are all wearing the Legion of Honour. The Legion, it seems has become no more exclusive than a Long Island home site or a Miami country Club. M. Vantel suggests a sort of suicide by which members of the legion will voluntarily retire "for the glory of France." Or they might draw lots, or play eenie-meenie-minie...
...humility, faith in work; his crude affection for his sons, his bold carnality. Pyotr, the eldest son, is no less stupid than his father except that he knows he is stupid. His endless wondering about the right and wrong of things is what undoes him. Did he kill the clerk's nasty little boy by accident, he asks himself, or in malice, or to save his own son an evil companionship. He cannot decide that and a hundred other matters. Uncertainty makes him surly and surliness alienates his educated children, hastening their departure and his decline from peasant-bourgeois...