Word: greyed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Wrong Bucket. Crops-after a slow start in many states-were wonderfully good again. U.S. farmers, pleased at the prospect, were buying grey-market Cadillacs and planning trips to Europe. Farmer John Sternberg of Fulton, Ill. sent a load of Aberdeen Angus heifers to Chicago, got $39.25 a hundred pounds, the highest price per hundred pounds ever paid for heifers on the open market. Ohioans told a story about a farmer who took a bucketful of money to the bank to pay off an $8,000 mortgage.The teller emptied it, said: "There's $10,000 here." Said the farmer...
President Truman and Senator Barkley had just come into the hall (see above) when Mrs. Emma Guffey Miller bustled up to the podium. The sister of Pennsylvania's ex-Senator Joseph Guffey, and a perennial committeewoman, Mrs. Miller calls herself the Old Grey Mare...
...past him, the assassin whipped out his pistol and fired twice. Togliatti fell. Signorina lotti bent over him. Two chauffeurs tried to seize Pallante. He waved them back with his gun and calmly pumped two more bullets into Togliatti before police seized him. Blood soaked through Togliatti's grey double-breasted suit and made small, neat pools on the cobblestones. In the hot sun the blood soon dried. (The spot where he fell was only two blocks from where he had narrowly missed death 25 years ago, when Fascist police stood him against a wall to be executed...
Within two hours after Togliatti was shot, the machinery of insurrection clanked and rumbled into action as if the control lever had been accidentally jarred. The Red press screamed "Murderers!" at the government. In Rome a mob of sweating, cursing workers hurled cobblestones at grey-clad mobile police, who fired into the air and swung their clubs in earnest. The mobs that poured into the streets frightened the elegant aristocracy and the free-spending tourists in the Via Vittorio Veneto; these gentry, knowing they might be targets for Communist vengeance, retreated to their select caverns of safety, the cool bars...
...Lighted Sparkler. The Pennsylvania Railroad's grey-haired President Martin W. Clement, an arch-Republican, asked Democratic bigwigs to a garden party at the fashionable Merion Cricket Club. But the party seemed oddly like a waxworks exhibition. There, bowing and smiling and real as life, were scores of famous men who had already been politically embalmed...