Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...jets have been sinking sampans, junks and other vessels at record rates-1,000 in the past month alone. But the biggest prize last week fell to the U.S. Coast Guard, which has been patrolling South Viet Nam's coast since last summer. The Coast Guard cutter Point Grey intercepted a 120-ft., 100-ton freighter-steaming without running lights and laden with ammunition-off Ca Mau Peninsula. When the freighter refused to heave to, Point Grey opened up with 81-mm. mortars, ran the suspect aground...
...scene was worthy of Goya. Out of Barcelona's Gothic Santa Eulalia Cathedral marched a procession of 120 angry, black-robed priests bearing a petition that preached against the government. From the other direction charged a crowd of grises-the grey-clad, club-swinging cops who maintain order in Spain. Before the melee was ended, blood flowed from anointed pates. It was another sign of the crisis that Spain is undergoing on the long road to reality...
...leading roles, the producers cast the two Broadway originals: Lee J. Cobb as Willy and Mildred Dunnock as his wife Linda. They knew their parts by heart-and by body. Since her debut in the part, Dunnock's hair had turned grey and she had become a grandmother; the lines on her face were real; her poignancy and power were all the more effective for her age. Cobb, now 54, had played the part so memorably (330 times) on Broadway that he and Willy have become nearly indistinguishable. Even on TV's western series, The Virginian, he seemed...
Last week, in the hushed, unhurried atmosphere of the 14th floor executive suite of G.M.'s grey stone fortress in Detroit, Jim Roche cogitated aloud about the state of business. "If anything is happening to the economy now," he said, "it is perhaps a slight dip. It's obvious that a dip here and there is a very normal thing. I don't think it's going to be a serious drop...
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...