Word: greyed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Bavarian mountain resort of Berchtesgaden, where Adolf Hitler used to hole up in his eagle's-nest retreat, a small, grey-haired woman of 60 got notice to get out of her $2.80-a-week room in a shabby row of flats. She was none other than Hitler's sister Paula, who has long gone by the name of Paula Wolf. Paula was not in arrears on her rent, but her landlord seemed to fear that she soon might be. Reason: as the only survivor of Hitler's immediate family. Fraülein Wolf has long hoped...
...British Navy is not the U.S. Navy. But many an old salt, now grown stolid in civilian grey flannel, who never did recognize himself in the labored breathing, self-conscious obscenities, and raw emotionalism detailed in most war books, will relish in Voyage's sharp vignettes the recognition of things he saw and never knew he saw, and will think: yes, this...
...make a positive one. Example: "My Life Is Miserable Since John Left Me" becomes "Much Love Is Mine So Joy Leads to Miracles"). Most of each day from 9 a.m. to 10 p.m. was crammed with talks, meditations, "healing sessions" and song, and the new thinkers, predominantly female and grey-haired, showed staying power that would have delighted Phineas P. Quimby...
...last week and glided to the curb before the plush and towering Hampshire House overlooking the grass, trees and lake in lower Central Park. From the back seat edged the car's solitary passenger, a handsome, meaty man with wavy silver hair. He was dressed in a businesslike grey summer suit, red and white striped bowtie and soft black loafers. Stepping to the pavement, he turned slightly, tossed the driver of the rented limousine a "Thank you, James." Then David John McDonald, 53, president of the United Steelworkers of America, strode confidently past the smiling doorman, through the revolving...
...Connecticut farmhouse, grey-haired Mama Miller and her balding husband Isidore sat on the porch and talked about "the children." "I made a chicken," fretted Mama, a Brooklyn housewife. "I wish I knew whether they're coming home, so I would know how much potatoes to make." Papa, a retired cloak-and-suiter, consoled her: "Don't worry. I don't think they've forgotten us." At 9:30 p.m., the children returned to Roxbury. To nobody's surprise, Pulitzer Prizewinning Playwright Arthur (Death of a Salesman) Miller, 40, and Cinemactress Marilyn Monroe...