Word: clubber
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...breakfasts of sausages, eggs and Danish in Blumenthal's private Treasury dining room. Among those attending: Council of Economic Advisers Chairman Charles Schultze and Budget Boss James T. McIntyre Jr. Dissents are noted in reports to Carter, who of course reserves final decision for himself. But, says one breakfast clubber, "in the past three months Blumenthal has dominated that group and in effect had veto power over anything going to the President." The steering committee got its final recognition as a power center in November, when Vice President Walter Mondale began dropping in on its breakfasts?not for the food...
These actions have triggered predictable protests. "A permit to hike!" snorted one angry Appalachian Mountain Clubber when told he needed to check with a Ranger before trying a favorite trail. "Next they'll tell me I need a license to breathe." But the action is essential. By 1979 the park service expects 302 million people to be visiting the National Parklands. Unless steps are taken now to preserve these wonderlands of nature, there may be a lot less of them for later visitors to enjoy...
Controversial Past. Thus when Faubus accused Bumpers of being "a country clubber, a tuxedo boy, a highball-to-highball type," the image did not seem remotely apt. Charleston does not even have a country club. Faubus also tried to raise doubts about whether Bumpers believed in God. In what became known as "the Red Sea controversy," Faubus said that Bumpers had once told his Sunday school classes that some biblical scholars questioned whether God had actually parted the waters of the Red Sea. This gave Bumpers a perfect opportunity to affirm his faith for the sake of the fundamentalists...
...have to be a fan clubber to love Elliott Gould, but it helps when, as in Move, his talent is swaddled in mediocrity. Laboring under Stuart Rosenberg's incomprehensible direction, Gould strives to leaven a sodden lump of a movie. His role is that contemporary stereotype, the creative Manhattanite who thinks himself into a granny knot. However fascinating Gould's mumblings and stumblings may be, they are scarcely enough to sustain 90 minutes of pointless celluloid...