Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Allston Burr Lecture Hall, the modern, grey-brick edifice on Prescott Street, is suffering from the heat. The South face of the lecture hall has sustained two major expansion cracks caused by materials which contract during the winter and expand during the summer...
...small village of Nowy Dvor, some 20 miles from Warsaw, shirt-sleeved farmers chatted in the main square before the church, glancing toward the grey militia cars parked near by. In the dusty churchyard, women knelt to pray while children in white Communion dresses skipped about. Inside the small, battered church, Bishop Jerzy Modzelewski told an overflowing congregation that the replica of the Black Madonna of Czestochowa, scheduled to arrive that day in Nowy Dvor as part of a summer-long processional to celebrate the millennium of Poland's conversion to Christianity would not come. "The authorities intercepted...
...this means lots of jack for Jack. He lives in a $75,000 house in Stamford, Conn., with his wife, who is an assistant professor of nursing at Yale, and his three children, one of whom is a Purple Heart veteran of Viet Nam. Robinson drives a greenish-grey Lincoln: he rejects Cadillacs as "too ostentatious." He has a net worth of at least $200,000. And his career clearly means more than affluence to the man who, in 1947, broke baseball's color bar. "After the marches and the demonstrations," says he, "the next frontier for the Negro...
...Blue Max. Vintage airplanes are currently among the most accomplished scene-stealers in movies. Grouped like angry mosquitoes in the grey-green skies over France during World War I, a handful of meticulously reconstructed biplanes and triplanes give this ambitious battle drama its only real sting. Goggled pilots, scarves tucked into their leather daredevil jackets, scramble aloft to trigger a full-throttle facsimile of the epic aerial combats of 1918. Of course, as members of an enemy German squadron, the men in their flying machines are shown to be less than magnificent...
Walking down Athens Street in a grey topcoat, flanked by a worried tutee and an energetic black dog, William Alfred doesn't look like a playwright. The subject is Andrew Marvell. "Read 'The Garden' again," he says to the tutee who scampers off in the direction of Leverett Towers. He walks into his house, patting the dog in the process. "Bye, Sparky," he says closing the door (which, incidentally, he rescued from an old Beacon Hill mansion because it was such a "lovely door"), then winks with his gaminlike eyes and says, "Watch him start barking again." He does...