Word: drabs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...come clearer than at the crossing points themselves. West Berliners cruised through the Wall in gleaming Volkswagens and Mercedeses or walked across warmly clad in fur coats, bright Bogner ski pants and ruddy complexions. The East Berliners who greeted them looked grey and chunky by contrast in their long, drab overcoats and Russian-style galoshes. Their streets, their homes looked much the same: empty, and a bit forlorn...
...dollar to see if the public will prefer the TV story of a myna bird that refuses to talk or a chimpanzee that plays Lady Macbeth. The dialogue is more quippish than witty, but the hip mass-media-men-at-work lingo scatters the laughs over an occasional drab patch of script. The life of the play is in the instinctive mendacity of its con-man hero. The Albatross flies where Sammy Glick once...
...spirited controversy arose over the issue of modern buildings in general. "Why do you think Radcliffe students prefer new, concrete, linoleum, whitewashed, glassy housing to warm old houses?" one senior asked. On the next page came a sophomore's answer, "Concrete and glass is preferable to drab miserable old off-campus houses." "124 Walker Street is the most livable place at Radcliffe," piped up a third girl. One girl suggested buying more old houses to preserve Radcliffe's "variety and fragmentation" instead of building new dormitories, but everyone else seemed at least satisfied with the idea of new buildings...
...driver. Marine specimens are hard to get, harder to keep, expensive to feed, and demanding of space, time and attention. But they are the most strangely marked and wonderfully colorful creatures on earth-so brilliant that they seem to glow with their own light, making fresh-water tropicals look drab. This is one reason why there are some 250,000 private marine aquariums in the U.S. today, ranging in size from 21 gallons to 50 gallons, while 15 years ago there were almost none...
...midafternoon almost every day this month, mannerly crowds file into the drab and muggy Festspielhaus in Bayreuth to witness an opera by Rich ard Wagner. It is nearly midnight when they file out again - hungry and exhausted, perhaps, but elevated by a sense of hard cultural accomplishment. The music, as always, has worked its mystic wonders on them, but - except for that band of initiates known as Wagnerites - the drama has left them plagued by the kind of metaphysical confusion that comes from attending services at somebody else's church...