Word: drabs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Ashes to Ashes. On wound the procession, the foreign dignitaries in the rear making a poor show beside the disciplined march of the military. Drab in topcoat and tophat they walked, wearing the abstracted look which the important learn to adopt under the pressure of staring eyes-neither marching nor sauntering, in a kind of compromise stiff-legged strut, along the weary three-mile route. At Paddington they broke ranks at last, milling and chatting discreetly as the coffin was loaded on to the funeral train amid the skirling of pipes. As the train pulled out, a blind...
...Enduring Honor. In postwar Britain, it was George's constitutional duty to approve legislation that created the welfare state and wrested from the crown its brightest single jewel, the Indian Empire. Yet in drab, austere, Socialist Britain, the popularity of the monarchy reached a new zenith. Britons clung to the royal family as the last source of traditional color and ancient ceremony. And the royal family was something much more, though more intangible: the visible embodiment of good form-what the British call "decency." King George's quiet courage, his unostentatious persistence in meeting the everyday duties...
...keeping with the Guthrie-Gerard ideas, the first-act set was starkly simple, most of the workers' costumes drab blacks and greys. Carmen herself was allowed some strikingly low-cut dresses, but-hallowed tradition or not-no red rose. Also missing: the awkward parade of supers into the bull ring in the last act. Guthrie and Gerard show a balcony full of spectators craning at an imaginary procession to an unseen ring. Moreover, they let the betrayed Don José catch up with Carmen in the tawdry hotel suite of Toreador Escamillo, instead of at the gates...
...bulletin boards in The New Yorker's drab Manhattan office last week went a notice: "William Shawn has accepted the position of editor of The New Yorker, effective today." The announcement, signed by Raoul Fleischmann, the publishing company's president and largest stockholder, came as no surprise. As second in command under the late editor, Harold Ross, 44-year-old Shawn was his natural successor, although outwardly he is as different from Ross as The New Yorker is from the National Geographic...
...days later, in the drab green patients' dayroom of the Naval Hospital, red-eyed mothers stood beside stiff-backed menfolk in their Sunday best for the grimmest inquest in local history. "You have seen Body No. 1?" the coroner asked one couple. "Yes." "Were his full names Raymond Peter Cross?" "Yes." "Was he aged eleven years?" "Yes." "Thank you. Will you sign here?" And so it went. Trained nurses led a stream of weeping witnesses in & out of the room. Alone and unnoticed at the back stood Driver Samson, twisting his cap round & round in his hands, speaking...