Word: going
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...range from the practical to the whimsical, from power tools and tractors to "Boffers"-$11 foam-rubber swords that the catalogue calls "the first significant advance in weaponry since the encounter group." The Ashley Thermostatic Wood Burning Circulator is an $80 Franklin stove, equipped with a thermostat, that will go up to twelve hours without refueling. The Inquiry Box is a $19.96 gadget designed to teach theory building and theory testing: "By pulling and pushing the things that stick out and by poking around inside with a stick, you're supposed to figure out what arrangement of pulleys, pegs...
...Fortune Cookies. Mencken's denudation of America's Sunday-go-to-meeting image was carried out with wit and a once admired prose style. Harold Ross of The New Yorker said that he was "the most enlightened man writing today." That praise now seems a shade inconsequential-as if a potentially great pianist had squandered his digital gifts as a pinball virtuoso. In truth, Mencken worked hard at his prose but had the autodidact's fatal fondness for the fancy word. As for the flowers of wit culled by Carl Bode, a professor of English...
...only stopped to take a piss. But then, so had a couple of hundred other people who all looked like they were also going down to D.C. (Perhaps all they were saying was give piss a chance? Sorry.) In any case, here we all find ourselves, we being mostly guys, shuffling about anxiously in this neo-Miami lobby, because a bunch of girls have taken over the men's room, complaining something about the lady's john having proved to be inadequate. Now, nothing is less conducive to upholding what shreds of male chauvinism are presently left...
Sometime after sundown on Friday, we stopped at this place just off Delaware's John F. Kennedy Memorial Highway. As far as roadside rest areas go, it wasn't any Howard Johnson's. Lacking the proper blandness, the place was creatively ugly. Most of it consisted of nothing but a central lobby, plastic glassy skylights, and a semi-cubistic chandelier. All in all, little more than a retarded version of Miami Beach. Except that off to one side of the lobby, roped off with velvet covered ropes, was a plaster bust of JFK painted to look bronze...
...kids and the cops were mixing freely. The black cops were friendliest. They told us that they just wanted to go home without getting their heads bashed in, and we tried to explain that that's the way we wanted it too. The young white cops were less inclined to talk, but it was only the older whites-the sergeants and their captains-who were really antagonistic...