Word: greying
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...pajama-clad small fry whoop into "Grandpa's" bedroom, bounce on his bed, shout "Merry Christmas," and dive for the bulging red stockings hanging from the mantelpiece. After breakfast (smoked sausages and scrambled eggs) the President and the immediate family motor around old Lafayette Square to the grey granite St. Thomas Episcopal Church...
Selznick called in Clark Gable, showed him a list of possible new directors. On Selznick's list were Robert Z. Leonard, Jack Conway, King Vidor, Victor Fleming. Asked to choose, Gable promptly named his great & good friend Victor Fleming, a big, grey, handsome, nervous, highly efficient Hollywood veteran, who has pulled through such problem pictures as The Crowd Roars, The Great Waltz, The Wizard of Oz, recently directed two of M.G.M.'s greatest moneymakers, Captains Courageous, Test Pilot. On Feb. 27, Fleming started the cameras rolling. Conscientious Craftsman Fleming drove his company hard...
...yard); when cotton is rising, textile fabricators like to buy for future use in hope of inventory profits. Last week's cotton buying was paralleled by a rush to buy cotton grey goods: sales, 100,000,000 yards, up 80,000,000. This piling up of inventories is a gamble that retail sales will boom before production declines under inventory pressure. But there was an additional reason for textile activity: England, needing burlap for sandbags, has virtually cleaned out the Calcutta market since the outbreak of war with orders so far totaling 1,000,000,000 bags. The price...
...sister wept to see such sport, the tearful little sprout jumped over a broom handle, again & again until he fell exhausted. The scene shifted-years had passed. The son, arriving home drunk from a football game, forced his aging father to jump over a stick. "Have mercy on my grey hairs," begged the old man. "You didn't have any mercy on my black ones," said the boy. "Jump again." Father swooned...
...radio audience never hears. Engineer Charles C. Grey has a control panel at his fingertips; Production Man Herbert Liversidge hardly lifts his eyes from an edited, last-minute score. Liversidge reads the score some six bars ahead, keeps Grey posted with hand signals on who or what is coming-a thumb-forefinger circle for female soloists, a single, raised finger for men; two for duets, all five for choruses, a clinched fist for the whole works. Grey watches the signals, ready to take squeals out of coloraturas, distortion out of tenors, ear-splits out of ensembles...