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Word: greyingly (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Kennedy's blue Chrysler limousine pulled up to building 3707 at Otis Air Force Base. President Kennedy entered the squat, lime-hued hospital wing, emerged four minutes later, his left hand firmly clasp ing his wife's right. The sun had broken through a grey overcast. They looked, remarked a bystander, "like a couple of school kids." Thus Jackie Kennedy, smil ing faintly, went home last week, after the birth and death of her son Patrick...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Presidency: Home Again | 8/23/1963 | See Source »

Today's Americans are a submissive lot. A generation ago, when someone suggested collecting everyone's fingerprints and filing them with the FBI, the civil libertarians shrieked with rage. But these days, hardly any U.S. auto driver knows-or seems to care-about a big grey machine in Washington that clicks and whirs month in, month out, at the task of monitoring a motorist's habits on the highway...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Automation: 1410 Is Watching | 8/23/1963 | See Source »

...omits much of what working Presidents really read. Teddy Roosevelt gobbled two books a day on almost anything. F.D.R. doted on detective stories, Ike went for Westerns, and Kennedy has made Ian Fleming famous. The new library offers no such surcease. It is sober, scholarly, and just a bit grey...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Libraries: For Well-Read Presidents | 8/23/1963 | See Source »

Haunted by blue and grey and ashen yellow...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Winning Poems: The Moods of Summer | 8/13/1963 | See Source »

Arabian Nights. Frederick Clegg never admits to a crude thought! He is one of England's New People, the upwardly mobile lower classes. A post office clerk, he has a harmless hobby: collecting butterflies. He lives in his dreams, especially one about a pretty girl, Miranda Grey, who is everything he is not: gay, warm and perceptive. "The dream began where she was being attacked by a man," Clegg thinks to himself in his flat, monotonous manner, "and I ran up and rescued her. Then somehow I was the man that attacked her, only I didn't hurt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Caliban Revisited | 8/2/1963 | See Source »

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