Word: greyed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...great head bulging beneath a grey wig, his outsize body draped in silk, Primo Camera took Hollywood Starlet Audrey Dalton by the hand and rolled his eyes for a soulful photograph. Camera, 44, the Italian giant (6 ft. 6½ in., 280 Ibs.) who was promoted all the way up to the world's heavyweight championship in the 1930s, had turned his acting talents to the movies after a moneymaking postwar wrestling career, is currently performing (but not starring) in Casanova's Big Night and Prince Valiant. To make things complete, he and his Italian wife have just...
...Elivera Doud's home at 750 Lafayette Street, Denver, is the kind of solidly comfortable, nondescript dwelling in which millions of middle-aged Americans spent their childhood. Built of the grey-brown brick favored by Denver architects 40 years ago, it sits right up against its neighbors and is separated from the street only by a short, steep terrace and a patch of fine green lawn. Its wide porch is equipped with a glider and wicker chairs; red geraniums grow in low flower boxes on the railings. Last week, in this unremarkable survival of the parlor era, 75-year...
...last week, after giving a speech on economics (not his strongest subject) to the Manila Junior Chamber of Commerce, Magsaysay hurried home, changed his grey business suit for slacks and an aloha shirt, and set out in an air-conditioned Cadillac for the barrios...
...impossible to see why these pictures should have enraged anyone. The Monet at the Currier Gallery is a placid, solid landscape, riffled by a hurrying breeze. True its chief tone is not the staid brown beloved by the academicians at the time, but it is a hardly less respectable grey. Wet grey holds white sunlight and brown, peach and lavender earth together. It is the kind of picture that inspires conservative amateurs, such as Winston Churchill, to their happy daubings...
...gently rolling plain in suburban Chicago one day last week, a pudgy, grey-haired man wearing a lurid $20 sport shirt stepped from a big black Cadillac, rent the air with a grandiose sweep of his cane and exclaimed: "This was nothing more than a bankrupt cow pasture 17 years ago." For ebullient Promoter George S. May, 63, the 134-acre pasture has grown spectacularly solvent and lushly green. It is now known as Tam O'Shanter, the nouveau Ritz among country clubs, whose 6,915-yd. golf course has a telephone on every...