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Clement, who likes to swig iced tea from a Mason jar, attacked the offering of 123 different courses at Eagle Point High. He cited such "frills" as horticulture and jewelry making. Said he: "My boy can't read too good, not much better than me. They let him do what he wants and don't make him learn what he should. I hate to close the school, but we got to make them listen...
...laugh at people and situations--a man with his pants down at a formal dinner, a woman about to slit her wrists who stops to fix her makeup instead, or a drunk at a wedding who obliges propriety by carefully filling his wine glass and then takes a swig out of the bottle anyway. As funny as Tacchella makes some of these scenes, we wind up yearning for some of these scenes, we wind up yearning for some individuals with self-awareness and panache...
...what "white lightning" really tastes like, opinions differ. Irvin S. Cobb compared a swig to swallowing a lighted kerosene lamp. A North Carolina moonshiner says simply: "Hits a blamed ugly drink." And then there is Colonel Leland DeVore, whose throat involuntarily contracts whenever he thinks of moonshine: "I hear, as if from far away, the gagging whisper of a long-lost friend whose favorite saying was 'Vile stuff-I wish I had a barrel...
...problem of excessive drinking is taking a disturbing new turn and affecting new kinds of victims. On a New York subway train, a school-bound 15-year-old holds his books in one hand, a brown paper bag containing a beer bottle in the other. He takes a swig, then passes bag and bottle to a classmate. In a San Francisco suburb, several high school freshmen show up for class drunk every morning, while others sneak off for a nip or two of whisky during the lunch recess. On the campuses the beer bash is fashionable once again, and lowered...
...face must have amused them further, but I can only speculate, because tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision, and fire burned in my esophagus. Before I had recovered my good common sense, I resolved to show that I was no weak-kneed norteamericano, and I took another, deeper swig. I was gasping for air as I handed the bottle back and could only sputter out, "Que fuerte, que fuerte!"--How strong! They wanted me, their amigo, to take more, but I had heard stories of men going blind in World War II from drinking wood alcohol. I politely declined...