Word: greyed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...among the red-brick buildings from dawn until dusk. Pedicab coolies in conical straw hats and straw raincoats lounged by their carriages, inspecting their bare toes as they waited to take Formosan families on New Year's calls. A soft fog ringed the lush, green hills, throwing a grey blanket over the palms, the camphor trees and the sweet-potato patches...
...alleys to its reeking card rooms, Bensinger's Recreational Amphitheater on Chicago's Randolph Street is a male refuge in a world that is rapidly going to the dolls. There, fly-blown velvet curtains shut out the flickering neon of The Loop; cigar smoke hangs like a grey curtain of decency between the elbow benders and the ripe, oil-painted nudes behind the bar. Cluttered with old-fashioned sporting prints and spittoons, Bensinger's is a comfortable clubhouse for pool sharks, poker players, three-cushion wizards, and foul-air fiends of every variety...
...expresses a preference for African tribal costume over the light-grey, pinstriped suit and checkered vest which American college life has inflicted on him. But otherwise, he has great admiration for America and Americans. Among other things, he has developed a keen liking for ice cream, particularly vanilla, even though Nigeria leads the world in the production of chocolate-yielding cacao...
...word was passed that it was her 33rd birthday, and for the next two days Rally officials celebrated. At the Hamburg control point, Germans rose to a man and broke into a gutteral version of "Happy Birthday to You." On the Dutch border, smiling customs guards waved her steel-grey Sunbeam across the frontier. All along the way well-wishers gave her flowers, which she tossed into the rear seat where one of her co-drivers, Mrs. Anne Hall, was trying to sleep. "If we have an accident, you'll look good in all those flowers," said Sheila...
Short (5 ft. 3 in.) and blunt, he strode to the podium, grey hair tucked behind his ears, coattails dangling rakishly below his calves. His first piece: a movement from Bachianas Brasileiras No. 8 that had the Philadelphia cellos singing with a tone of thick-piled velvet. Then came the symphony, as prodigal with melodies as a bargain basement with wares, innocently loaded with hints of other compositions, but still characteristic and convincing. The concerto, expertly played by Harpist Nicanor Zabaleta, was paler, but it did have 'some gripping episodes, notably the haunting harp harmonics accompanying a string song...