Word: greenness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...State Penitentiary at Salt Lake City one dawn last week, hooded and clutching a crucifix after a last-minute shift from Mormonism to Roman Catholicism, Delbert Green was led out into a dirt courtyard, strapped in a chair against a wall. A physician pressed a stethoscope to his heart, then pinned a red target with a yellow bulls-eye over it. Green's executioners stood 26 ft. away across the court, their guns, of which one contained a blank cartridge, poked through slits in the screen that hid their identity. At the Sheriff's signal, they fired...
...Saint has 1,500 color formulas based on chemical analysis of glass going back 700 years. He has made 300 shades of blue. His formula for ruby, heart of all good stained glass, covers eight typewritten pages, can "go wrong in 40 ways," comes out striated with layers of green and white beneath the red. To approximate the colors with which pious artisans glorified God at Chartres and Poitiers, Artist Saint has cooked up messes of egg-yolk, hollyhock, calendula and portulaca. To get a certain yellow, Mr. Saint boiled a cow's hoof, as a medieval manuscript directed...
...Lady Judith Martellon living in a tenement house and patronizing the bar of the Green Man? Why was Ordino's exclusive club so popular? What was Ordino's connection with Lady Judith and Professor Sir Gregory Fawsitt? Who was the man in the long, soiled mackintosh, the man with the deep-set evil eyes and the complexion of a vampire? To some of these questions the reader can soon supply the answer. Ordino's club was a blind for selling drugs. Ordino was in cahoots with Lady Judith and Sir Gregory, whose yacht-cruises were not innocent...
...GREEN LAURELS-Donald Culross Peattie-Simon & Schuster...
...itself, and continents arising from the sea. Here too are enchanted isles, luxuriant in tropical splendor, leaf-fringed legends, sylvan historians, cold pastorals, wild ecstasies, happy, happy boughs - not simply remembered melodies from Keats, but living realities in the open book of the world around us, the world of green laurels...