Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...They went willingly and gently, two by two, singing "Leaning on the everlasting arms." For the most part, in keeping with Memphis tradition, police have kept their cool, even when 200 youngsters invaded the steps of city hall to hold a mock funeral, solemnly burying "Justice" in a borrowed grey casket...
...teen-age market? Start a magazine. In the first issue, smother the scene. Top off a piece on skydiving with one on motorcycling. Spend an afternoon with Warren Beatty, an evening with Timothy Leary. Run the confessions of a college dropout, along with a few essentials about "the good, grey rebel," Eugene McCarthy. Sprinkle in some pictures of electric dresses. And right in the middle of it all, plant one of those psychedelic fold-out posters. Crazy...
Loafers & Loud Coats. Stocky (5 ft. 9 in., 170 lbs.) and balding, Lane wears a puckish smile fixed below his wire-rimmed spectacles. Instead of banker's grey, he prefers loafers and loud sport coats; he has made a trademark out of ties, in a variety of colors, bearing the inscription: "It's a wonderful world...
...publisher at a time. Typically, he will send out letters to about 20 publishers informing them in glowing but vague terms about a sure-fire bestseller. After a sufficient number of nibbles, Meredith sets his H-hour, and on the big day-watches synchronized, manuscripts neatly packed in grey boxes-a platoon of messengers fans out across Manhattan to deliver their valuable cargo to the publishers. Fevered reading is then followed by even more feverish bidding...
...simple bourgeois shot of the Prudential looking calm like Sunday morning and the sports page. On the pavement three dark figures from an ominous Other World spin a tiny street caper. Cut away and up through telephone wires to a rolling grey sky. Then abruptly to a bloodless flower child running running running along Graduate-white walls, down the empty spaces of a railroad yard, into some urban junkland moor, all this under a categorically blue sky and the electronic fallout of Streetchoir music tortured backwards through a tape-recorder. A conversation is heard. The flower child finds a blackjacket...