Word: greyed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...mistress, a solid, grey-haired woman named Mrs. Frank Goldfuss, looked out an upstairs window, saw him, called for her husband. The couple ran downstairs, backed out their car, drove around the block and intercepted the robber. "You hurt our dog," screamed Mrs. Goldfuss. "I'm going to call a cop." Fox yanked out his pistol, aimed it at her, pulled the trigger. It failed to fire. Goldfuss leaped out and jumped...
...Madras City, Premier Ramaswami Reddiar gave him a garland of roses that almost smothered him. Half a million enthusiasts turned out to greet him. As their idol passed, standing in an open grey Buick touring car (hired from a local millionaire), Madrasis clapped wildly and yelled: "Jawaharlal Nehru ki jai!"-Victory to Jawaharlal Nehru. In response Nehru closed palms in front of his chest. This traditional Hindu namasthe (greeting) is as much a part of his public manner as was the V sign for Churchill...
Just outside Acapulco, on the road to Mexico City, is a little garden restaurant called El Parque Cachú. Its proprietor, a grey little man known to his neighbors as el gringo, hid his Nordic blue eyes behind dark glasses as he served beer and tacos in the shade of his cashew trees...
...watch* a jet engine spring into life is to feel that power. Dimly visible inside is the turbine, like a small windmill with close-set vanes. When the starting motor whines, the turbine spins. A tainted breeze blows through the exhaust vent in the tail, followed by a thin grey fog of atomized kerosene. Deep in the engine a single sparkplug buzzes. A spot of fire dances in a circle behind the turbine. Next moment, with a hollow whoom, a great yellow flame leaps out. It cuts back to a faint blue cone, a cone that roars like a giant...
Young Negro girls sat in the shade, "engaged on the interminable task of trying to wave their wirespring hair"; a West Indian dandy traipsed through the squalid streets, sporting a feather boa. Then a white man, wearing a police uniform, hove into view-a squat, grey-haired man whom Wilson would barely have noticed if the Englishman at his elbow had not exclaimed: "Look . . . look at Scobie . . . Our great police force...