Word: comely
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Encouraged by the huge profits to be made, 200 full-time and 3,500 part-time poachers kill an estimated 40,000 alligators every year. They work in relative safety, able to lose themselves quickly in the labyrinthine waterways when park rangers come along...
...most urgent services Hickel can perform is yet to come-not in the wilderness, but in the nation's cities. He speaks of plans for central-city swimming pools, city hiking trails and more vest-pocket parks. "A great national park is a glorious thing," he says, "but the boy sitting on the steps of a ghetto tenement deserves a place where he can discover that the sky is larger than the little hole he can see between the buildings...
...Shrill-voiced girls in brightly colored scarves and slacks (admittedly a few wear skirts) stroll about in threes, in fives, push their way into the church. But the nave is crowded. The old women took their places early on Easter eve. They snap at each other and the girls come out. They circle around the courtyard, shout insolently, call each other from afar, and inspect the small green, pink and white flames lit outside the windows of the church and beside the tombs of canons and bishops. As for the boys-tough and mean-looking-all have...
...moment you expect them to draw knives: first against each other, then against the believers. For the way these youngsters look upon believers is not as juniors upon their elders, not as guests upon their hosts, but as lords of the manor upon houseflies. Still, it doesn't come to knives. For decency's sake, three or four policemen are patrolling here and there. Nor are the obscenities roared across the yard, but merely shouted, as in hearty Russian talk. Legally there is no breach of public order for the police to see, so they look with friendly...
...been crossed, the banditry is bloodless, the insult to the spirit is in the bandit leer of those grinning lips, the brazen talk, the courting, pawing, smoking, spitting-two paces away from the Passion of Christ. The insult is the triumphantly contemptuous expression with which the snotty brats have come to watch their grandfathers re-enact their forefathers' rites...