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Housing Units (2000): 817
Land area (2000): 2.451794 sq. miles (6.350117 sq. km)
Water area (2000): 0.032575 sq. miles (0.084368 sq. km)
Total area (2000): 2.484369 sq. miles (6.434485 sq. km)
FIPS code: 00190
Located within: Iowa (IA), FIPS 19
Location: 42.552498 N, 93.053772 W
ZIP Codes (1990): 50601
Note: some ZIP codes may be omitted esp. for suburbs.
Headwords:
Ackley
Wikipedia
Ackley may refer to:
Ackley is a surname. Notable people with the surname include:
- Dustin Ackley
- Gardner Ackley
- Fritz Ackley
- P.O. Ackley
Usage examples of "ackley".
There was a shower right between every two rooms in our wing, and about eighty-five times a day old Ackley barged in on me.
With a guy like Ackley, if you looked up from your book you were a goner.
It was partly a phony kind of friendly, but at least he always said hello to Ackley and all.
You always got these very lumpy mashed potatoes on steak night, and for dessert you got Brown Betty, which nobody ate, except maybe the little kids in the lower school that didn't know any better– and guys like Ackley that ate everything.
The reason I asked was because Ackley never did anything on Saturday night, except stay in his room and squeeze his pimples or something.
Anyway, we both went to our rooms to get ready and all, and while I was putting on my galoshes and crap, I yelled over and asked old Ackley if he wanted to go to the movies.
A little while later, I still had it with me when I and Brossnad and Ackley got on the bus.
Most guys at Pencey just talked about having sexual intercourse with girls all the time– like Ackley, for instance– but old Stradlater really did it.
I got feeling so lonesome and rotten, I even felt like waking Ackley up.
The last time I'd eaten was those two hamburgers I had with Brossard and Ackley when we went in to Agerstown to the movies.
I don't know too much about it myself, because I don't read much poetry, but I do know it'd drive me crazy if I had to be in the Army and be with a bunch of guys like Ackley and Stradlater and old Maurice all the time, marching with them and all.
There was this one pimply, boring guy, Robert Ackley, that wanted to get in.
Holden's solitary reading is interrupted by the entrance of Robert Ackley, a senior who lives in the next room.
In his talk with Ackley, for instance, Holden sarcastically tells Ackley what a good sense of humor he has and offers to get him "on the goddamn radio.
Holden's feelings are easy to understand, because Ackley doesn't do much to endear himself to anyone.