Word: gray
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...spellbound by a one-armed pitcher named Hugh Dailey. Playing big-league ball, Dailey once struck out 19 batters in one game-a record that still stands. Last week turnstiles in the Class C Canadian-American League were clicking because of another one-armed ballplayer: 26-year-old Peter Gray, center fielder for the Three Rivers (Quebec) club...
...Peter Gray lost his right arm (well above the elbow) in an automobile accident when he was six. Despite his handicap, he was leading his league last week in both batting (.393) and fielding (1.000). True, he had played only 16 games (he broke his collarbone diving for a shoestring catch early in the season). But in those 16 games, his first in organized baseball, Pete Gray had given fans something to cheer about...
Forest Lawn also boasts a huge, earthquake-proof mausoleum inspired by Campo Santo in Genoa. Its Wee Kirk o' the Heather exactly reproduces the church where Annie Laurie worshipped. Its Little Church of the Flowers reproduces Stoke Poges, where Gray wrote his Elegy. At Forest Lawn, says the prospectus, "undertaking is combined with all forms of interment in one sacred place, under one friendly management, with one convenient credit arrangement for everything...
There is no oratory in December 7. Twenty-eight years ago last week, as World War I began, Sir Edward Gray, tall, elegant, elegiac, looked out on a darkening London on the darkest day of his life and murmured the phrases that will live longer than his works. "The lamps are going out all over Europe; we shall not see them lit again in our lifetime." Like a thin spire of a phrase left standing from another epoch, the words ominously summed up the mood of the pre-War world...
What the People said in the Europe of 1914, in the Europe of 1939, was what the Spokesmen said-and as stirring as were their words, they were words as conscious, as grave, as ordered and educated as those of Edward Gray. No agency existed in the hot midsummer of 1914 to span the teeming continent of Europe to take the pulse of the people who were to be the casualties, the heroes, the victims-or the survivors. No backward look by the autobiographers, the novelists, the poets, could bring clearly into view the first impact of war upon...