Word: greyed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Christianity Is Just the Job In the canteen of a British metal foundry in North Birmingham, 200-odd coveralled workers were assembled. The managing director had given them 20 minutes before they would have to go back to work. A short, grey-haired visitor stepped forward, his blue eyes blazing, his arms pumping violently. "Sin, sin," he cried. "Sin is gnawing away at the human heart. I'm not pointing the finger of accusation at you. I know, as I stand here today, I'm in the same trouble as you. But I know I've found...
...When we saw your grey destroyers slip into Trieste," said a less-than-friendly Yugoslav Communist, recalling the tense Yugoslav-Italian crises over Trieste in 1952-53, "we always knew that somewhere over the horizon you had air flotillas ready to strike. It was very unsettling." A friendly Greek leader once described Admiral Brown's ships as "strong grey diplomats . . . the guarantee of independence for small peoples...
...Fleet was busy with a complex landing exercise in Suda Bay, Crete. It speedily reboarded its marines and beached equipment overnight and headed east. Soon its destroyer groups and attack transports were slipping into Haifa, Gaza and Alexandria to pick up U.S. citizens and U.N. workers while the sleek grey carriers maneuvered in battle formations below the horizon. At one point, combat-ready marines were all set to storm through to Cairo just in case the Egyptians tried to prevent Americans from leaving, but the marines relaxed when the Egyptians did not interfere with the evacuation...
Greener Mansions. Late one night last week the winds, whipping across the tinder-dry, drought-grey brush and scrubland of the foothills, picked up a flicker of fire on the slope called Zuma Ridge. Instantly, a mass of blood-red flames burst forth like an explosion. Soon, the winds pushed the flames down the ridge toward the highway and the sea, then fanned the flames north and east, chewing up everything that lay in their path...
Cold Hands. Here last week the new rector of the institution, spidery young Father Angelo Sappa, presided over a black, grey and white sea of 190 nuns from 39 orders. It was bitter cold, and the boiler broke down, but Theologian Sappa made a parable...