Word: greyed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Canadian doctors believe that vitamin E prevents the destruction of the platelets (small, light grey corpuscles which probably play a role in the clotting of the blood) and increases the blood supply to the individual muscles of the heart, thus effecting muscle repair. Their research indicated that the tremendous increase in heart disease deaths might be due to overrefinement of foods-the polishing of rice, removal of vitamin values from flour, growing of vegetables in greenhouses (thus excluding ultraviolet light), picking of green oranges. All these deprive humans of their ordinary supply of vitamin...
...weather was familiar to Britain's Burton: raw, grey and windy. But that didn't make up for five golfless years in the R.A.F. ground force. When his tee shots were straight and true, his putter was erratic. At the end of 18 holes he was six down. Scores: Nelson 71, Burton...
Just outside of Livingston, Ala. the dusty 1941 Buick convertible pulled up beside the road. Four men pored over rumpled road maps. The sallow one with tousled, thinning grey hair said he wanted to get to Moscow. He said it in Russian. The maps didn't help; the whim of Ilya Grigorevich Ehrenburg to visit Moscow, Ala. was not satisfied.* But by last week the Soviet Union's foremost journalist had spent 15 days rambling through the South at his own pace, following his own itinerary with companions of his own choice. It was the kind of reportorial...
...Twice Tonight, she opened in Long Beach, Calif., then rumbled northward, hoped to last all the way to Broadway. Her role: an undercover agent for the FBI. Supporting cast: two maids and 15 men. Covering her added attractions: two negligees (one at a time)-one in orange and dove grey, the other just lacy orange, backed with white satin here & there, and here & there...
Three on a Train. A Daily News truck delivered the morning papers each day to Eagle Bay. Publisher Patterson and his regal, grey-haired second wife, the former Mary King,* read them while breakfasting in bed. Daily, they caught a commuters' train to Manhattan, with a bodyguard riding the seat behind them. At the office, where Mrs. Patterson was women's editor and fiction buyer, her husband paid morning calls on the Sunday room, city room, picture department...