Word: spent
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...show had impressive sparseness. Wearing a formless sweater, black pants and sneakers, McKuen kept the talk to a discreet minimum and spent his time singing his songs-The World I Used to Know, a medley of Stanyan Street, Lonesome Cities and Listen to the Warm -and reciting a poem about one of his few New York friends, A Cat Named Sloopy. He wandered through a set that seemed to have been plucked from a haunted harbor on San Francisco Bay. If the fog spewing out of the NBC special-effects machine looked at times as if it were going...
...telephone operator and a dime-a-dance hostess until her marriage to a "cat-skinner"-the operator of Caterpillar tractors on Government road projects. McKuen was hauled from one construction site to another throughout the West and Northwest until, at age eleven, he split from his family and spent four years drifting in and out of small Western towns. He took odd jobs: rod man on a survey crew, plowman, cowboy...
Rescue by the Army. Maclnnes is a native alien even at home, a man bred to the observation of outsiders from inside. He is a Scotsman born in London, reared in Australia. His mother was Novelist Angela Thirkell. Maclnnes escaped Australia and a law scholarship in 1930 at 16, spent five years in Brussels, a businessman by grace of a family connection, but by nature a bohemian who spent much of his time "consorting with writers, painters, musicians." For three years in London he studied painting, "until I was rescued by the army." After the war, he joined BBC Radio...
Most afternoons were spent rooting out stumps in a clearing as practice for digging trenches, but after the first day, they had removed most of the stumps. Afterwards, they tried to look busy by moving branches from one brushpile to another, but after a while the sham became a bore, and most of the men threw stones at floating cans or leafed through nudist magazines for hours at a time...
...squad spent its afternoons collecting spiders for a Finnish arachnologist, while other men spend hours creatively decorating their metal helmets with goose feathers, McCarthy buttons, toilet paper, obscene photographs, and extremely elaborate designs and slogans chipped in the green, white, and blue Hotshot helmet paint. Wearing the more elaborately decorated helmets became a status symbol and an expression of defiance of busy-work...