Word: greying
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Comercio earned its plaque last spring when it celebrated its 100th anniversary with a 216-page issue summing up the history of Peru. A typical South American journalist is grey-haired, diminutive Dr. Miro Quesada, formerly Peru's Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minister to Switzerland. A successful publisher, he has served also as dean of philosophy and letters at Lima's University of San Marcos, oldest (founded 1551) in America...
...drawing-room gum-chewing, social-worker hairdo, haphazard clothes were aped by many lesser socialites. Her riding technique became the very pattern for aspiring horsewomen. Her money-fed horses were the envy of the show-ring. Two years ago at the National she rode her Grey Knight to three blue ribbons in one day and wound up with the hunter championship...
With his wife and 14-year-old daughter, he lives part of the time in a big Manhattan town house, part of the time on a 50-acre estate in Pennsylvania's literary-minded Bucks County. Dark-eyed, grey-haired Beatrice Kaufman, whom he married in 1917, is gay, sociable, hostessy, keeps her husband in touch with such friends as Woollcott, Harpo Marx, the Robert Sherwoods, the Irving Berlins. To Woollcott, whom Kaufman has hilariously scalped in The Man Who Came to Dinner, and who has been at different times his collaborator, brief biographer and boss, he is devoted...
Into the presidency of Kellogg stepped tall, grey-haired, grey-eyed William H. Vanderploeg (rhymes with Kalamazoo). Plucked from a vice-presidency in Chicago's Harris Trust & Savings Bank last July, he had been Kellogg's executive vice president. To the chairmanship retired Will Keith, hoping to devote the rest of his life to his two big hobbies: 1) W. K. Kellogg Foundation in Battle Creek, which he established nine years ago to improve children's health (endowed with $46,000,000); 2) W. K. Kellogg Institute of Animal Husbandry (with 80-odd pure-bred Arabian horses...
...cave's entrance resembled a monstrous mouth. Foul, fishy smells oozed from its eerie, greenish interior. Faint scrapings, squeals, slimy drippings could be heard far down in its inky bowels. Author Sanderson went cautiously inside. Clusters of giant grey bats whirred out of potholes. Crabs the size of footballs, their eyes bugging like periscopes, squatted on the floor, waved huge pincers, hissed like snakes. A luminescent lizard slithered into a dark crevice. An enormous red rat nudged his foot. Giant spider-centipedes scuttled across his hands. Blood-sucking vampire bats gnashed from black ledges...