Word: founding
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...world's most diligent readers of obituary pages. William Doyle, the ebullient Boston-Irish owner of a seven-year-old Manhattan house, who expects to gross $15 million this fiscal year, flies in his own plane to reconnoiter rumored treasures. On a trip to Warrensburg, N.Y., he found a trunkful of letters autographed by five of the signers of the Declaration of Independence...
...Earl and Countess of Verulam, Christie's Oriental ceramics director, Sir John Figgess, asked his host "if there was a cloakroom [bathroom] handy." There were two cloakrooms, allowed Verulam: "You take this one and I'll take that one." In the John that Sir John took, he found a mid-14th century underglaze copper red-and-white wine jar. The Ming jar sold-at Christie's, naturally...
...review" of a local church service each week, complete with restaurant-type ratings. Instead of cuisine or ambience, he rates worship service, music, sermon and friendliness, granting up to three stars in each category. In nearly two years Plagenz, who listened to many pulpit greats a generation ago, has found only two preachers worth three stars...
...boots. But the so-called Golden Age of Preaching did not come until the 19th century, with stemwinders like Henry Ward Beecher of Brooklyn and Phillips Brooks of Boston. Clyde Fant of the First Baptist Church in Richardson, Texas, a former homiletics teacher, notes that even then folks found fault with the state of the pulpit. "Where are the good preachers?" asks Fant. "Right where they've always been -few and far between." By most accounts, the 20th century giant was Harry Emerson Fosdick, who died...
...week job with TRW Defense and Space Systems Group near Los Angeles. The young man's duties included handling coded messages from the CIA about spy satellites. He worked in a room called the Black Vault, off limits to all but half a dozen TRW employees. The group found plant security so lax that they spent their days getting drunk on booze smuggled in via a CIA pouch, mixing daiquiris in a document shredder and selling Amway household products over the secure telephone line. Chris was sometimes sober enough to be appalled by the messages he was handling...