Word: greyed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...forwards will be the same as in the past--Hank Holmes at outside left, Charlie MacVeagh at inside left, Grey Hodnett at center forward, Jim Shue at inside right, and Ken McInotsh at outside right...
...efforts excoriated by local politicians and extolled by visiting diplomats that they seldom stop to listen to either. Last week they pricked up their ears when a departing diplomat reversed the process. A successful U.S. businessman for 40 years (metal factory, condensed milk, the Ask Mr. Foster travel agency), grey-haired Francis E. Rogers of New York City went to Britain in 1951 with an American aid mission to spend five years observing British factories. On the eve of his departure for home, he got off a blunt bread-and-butter message to his British hosts...
...Mozart program), then flew on to the island of Ischia in the bay of Naples, where he rested for a few days. From there he sailed his 50-ton yacht (crew of three) to Portofino, motored to Genoa, hopped a plane to Zurich, got into his waiting silver-grey Mercedes 300 SL and soloed at a breakneck 90 m.p.h. back to Lucerne for rehearsals and a concert, then caught a plane for West Berlin for three days of rehearsals with the Philharmonic. Last week, with the orchestra following by plane, he embarked on the Queen Mary for New York...
...library, an 18-hole golf course and a soccer team. In 1954, when Munn moved up to the post of athletic director, Duffy succeeded him on the football hot seat. In three seasons on the job, Duffy's curly auburn hair has picked up a heavy sprinkling of grey, but he shows no outward signs of pressure...
...Cold Grey Dawn." Wolfe lived his few years as fully as a man can. A physical giant, he was always conscious of being "six-foot-six in a world of five-foot-eight." He loved to drink, to argue the strange vexed state of man "until the cold grey dawn and the last milk wagon have gone by," to prowl the nighttime streets alone, reveling in his aloneness. He quarreled with everyone, then endlessly apologized, and no friendship was safe from his eternal analysis. Maxwell Perkins, Wolfe's editor at Scribner's, once pleaded long before their final...