Word: greyed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...shaped thunderstorm blob moving northeastward across Kansas one day last week. At 6:30 p.m., as the Missouri city was settling down to supper, a storm-warning volunteer near Williamsburg, Kans., 70 miles southwest of the city, backstopped the radar. In the storm's ugly grey clouds, he telephoned, was a groping funnel. Ten minutes later, urged on by bulletins from three television and seven radio stations. Kansas City's householders began heading for their cellars...
...real tribal New Deal, the Navajo council has resisted the temptation to ease poverty with cash handouts: divvied up among the 86,000 Navajos, last year's $35 million tribal oil income would have meant only $400 apiece. Under the leadership of grey-haired Chairman Paul Jones, 62, a full-blooded Navajo, with a full count of glittering gold-filled teeth, the council spends very little for outright charity, devotes most of its budget to education and development projects. Items: ¶A $5,000,000 fund to provide 400 college scholarships a year...
Next day the Chinese widow appeared outside the grey-walled U.S. embassy carrying a crudely lettered placard bearing the inscription, in English and Chinese: "The Killer-Reynolds-Is Innocent? Protest Against U.S. Court-Martial's Unfair, Unjust Decision." Newspapeir editorials charged angrily that if Reynolds had killed an American, he would not have got off scot-free...
Foot-Washing Convert. Not even the uproarious Arkansas political meetings of the day were larks for John McClellan. His political favorite was Governor Jeff Davis,† an imposing figure in a Prince Albert coat of Confederate grey, whose platform was simple: "I am a hard-shell Baptist in religion. I believe in foot-washing, saving your seed potatoes and paying your honest debts." Invective .ran high in Arkansas politics, and little John McClellan had no way of telling the campaign flourish from the mortal insult. He took everything with deadly seriousness, spent sleepless nights after his heroes were attacked, blazingly...
OUTSIDE the trim, grey ranch house in sleepy Manorville, N.Y., seven-year-old Benny Hooper and a playmate whooped and darted through the yard in the supercharged hour before bedtime. Turning his back on the children, Benjamin Kent Hooper, 32, was on his way to the house to get a pipe for the irrigation well he had been hand-digging for the vegetable patch. He heard a scurry, then a shriek: "Benny fell in the hole...