Word: drabs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Then the coffin was paraded to the drab Zion Methodist Church in Marion, where King offered the dubious consolation: "There is an amazing democracy about death." Cried King: "Farewell, Jimmie! You died that all of us could vote, and we are going to vote." King also pushed his Selma registration drive through its seventh grinding week. In pouring rain, he led 350 Negroes to the courthouse, where Sheriff Jim Clark was, as usual, standing resolutely...
...atmosphere of siege prevailed in Hue, South Viet Nam's third largest city, where the population dared not leave the city limits. From Quinhon to the 17th parallel, the countryside swarmed with cocky Viet Cong units-some operating in battalion and regiment strength, many now openly wearing olive-drab uniforms and fatigue hats rather than the civilian-style black "pajamas" that once gave them military invisibility...
...recent progress, East Germany looks today much like West Germany did 15 years ago. Last year its national output climbed 4.7% , to $5.5 billion; by comparison, West Germany's production soared 9%, to $102 billion. While few are hungry or homeless, the country is drab, shabby and without shine. The characteristic Iron Curtain odor of ersatz gasoline fumes and onions fried in cheap grease permeates the atmosphere. The average person's monthly income is 600 East marks, or $270 at the unrealistic official rate of exchange, but only $38 at the free market rate. A pound of coffee...
...tiny shops selling betel nuts and needles. Since the dispossessed shopkeepers were mostly Indians and Overseas Chinese, the Burmese people took the crackdown philosophically, but suffer because the new government-owned shops are so inefficiently run. Yet even as they queue up for onions and chili peppers in the drab city of Rangoon, which is filled with patched-up pagodas and sidewalks broken by the roots of banyan trees, the Burmese say, "Let's hope nothing happens...
This Holmes is a kind of boy's man whose greatest joy is tinkering with his chemistry set. In musical terms, he is a drab, antiseptic, kissproof cousin of Henry Higgins. He has his brain on his brain, and he incessantly makes love to it in Fritz Weaver's croaking brand of talkee-singee-"just a loaf of bread and a cryptogram, this were paradise enow...