Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...great U.S. movie comedian, Oona O'Neill Chaplin, 35, told Interviewer Frederick Sands about the 17 years that she has spent with Charlie, 71, as his fourth wife and mother of his seven chil dren. In the American Weekly, Oona, still lean, open-faced, and now becoming grey-streaked, a partner in Chaplin's Swiss exile since 1952, makes it clear that Charlie has never seemed like a father...
...comfort and safety.¶I Poet Richard Armour at Whitman College: "Can you visualize with me brain service stations called Brainatoriums or Braindromats, where attendants (appropriately clad in white jackets) will wipe off your glass cortex and polish the chrome of your cerebellum while pumping in five ounces of grey matter? 'Fill 'er up,' you will say, 'and give me the superpower antiknock Ethyl think juice, with vitamins added.' And sometimes you will drive off with a hole in your head, when the attendant forgets to replace the cap at the base of your skull...
...little grey-haired woman in the rubber-soled shoes trots from the wings to the front of the stage and, flourishing her right arm, cries, "Hello, everybody." Back comes a chorus: "Hello, Minnie!" Thus do New Yorkers ritualistically hail the opening of the nation's oldest summer musicale-the 42-year-old Lewisohn Stadium Concerts. This week the subway commuters are thronging again to Lewisohn on Manhattan's upper West Side to hear the 43rd season ushered in by Conductor Pierre Monteux-and Mrs. Charles ("Minnie") Guggenheimer...
...Cross? The journalist and the contessa started making the rounds, and one by one the Corsini, the Ginori, the Serristori, the Antinori, the Pucci and the rest agreed that for a few days they would do without the precious possessions so long hidden behind the thick grey walls of their palazzi...
...CIVIL WAR. Like newsmen in the 1860's passengers ride to the battle lines in white, horse-drawn correspondents' wagons, get caught in a blistering crossfire. Plastic corpses-eight in grey, eight in blue-litter the battlefield; farmhouses burn; cannon balls seem to plop within inches of the customers. Crossfire is Freedomland's favorite device: the "Buccaneers" concession sends paying guests on a port tack between two fiercely battling pirate ships; and throughout the Wild West, Indians are forever blazing away at anything that moves, usually past the noses of tourists...