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...ground below is in a fog But over...
Worried about the possibility that the moderate wind might carry the taxic fog toward the city, Cambridge officials prepared yesterday morning for the possible evacuation of East Cambridge. Though officials abandoned that plan late in the morning, city manager James L. Sullivan did order students moved from the Gore St., Webster, Morse, Kennedy and Harrington schools to other parts of the city...
Fashion writers tend to suffer from an overfondness for airy prose and bubbly hyperbole. Wrote Mary Russell in the New York Times Magazine: "Colors are beautiful and subtle. Inspired, perhaps, by Milan's fog-swathed mornings ..." Not much investigative reporting goes on, but why should it? If a dragon oversleeps, there are always the ubiquitous handouts to fall back on. Everyone knows the rules, like not being too rigorous in differentiating between what will appear on a retailer's rack some day and what is a mere designer's bagatelle. Said Grace Mirabella, editor in chief...
...bridge. Two eggs and bacon, said Sammy to the waitress. They drove away from the high-way, on a wispy road through craggy moors. The road ascended, then dropped to beach level. Sammy felt sick. Is this it? he wondered, staring out the car window into the fog. Rick stopped the Dodge and they shuffled across the sand. All these beaches, muttered Rick. Sammy watched the ocean caress his feet, walking until the water washed his knees. He took off his shades. What is profound? he called out Rick laughed. Rick found Sammy funny. Sammy did not mean...
...finally realized that puffs of fog pouring onto the dance floor, presumably from a machine underneath, caused the dense smokiness in the room. The anaesthetized audience basking in the glow of red lights sat on overstuffed leather loveseats or leaned against the walls. At the bar, wine cost four marks; all other drinks cost six. Jon soon reappeared, and he bought us both something sweet. Margrit's friend, a pianist, asked us to come to his private recital the next day, and invited us for tea beforehand...