Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Earth. Early last week a Dutch engineer named Egbert Roosma took a stroll on the outskirts of the camp. The late afternoon sun glistened on the bright yellow barracks, repair shops and tool sheds. There was a constant roar from bulldozers and heavy-duty trucks churning up the slate-grey earth as they carried dirt and rocks to the growing wall. Roosma, 25, had reason for satisfaction: the Mattmark project would be completed by October, and its turbines were already generating electricity. He had got on well with his Swiss employers and with the hundreds of workers on the project...
...speak bleakly of Gordian gluts that move like glaciers, of an ever-rising tide of blood on the roads, of a dark future in which cars multiply until they plate the nation's surface with two-ton steel locusts belching exhaust fumes that turn the sky shroud-grey. Any one man's traffic experience on a bad day can make it seem that the U.S. is well on its way to hell on wheels, that the nation faces an infinite problem. But a different experience, such as speeding through a rainy night on a broad new highway, might...
...first the TV screen turned all grey. Then the image took shape, teasingly, as if appearing from behind a slow-parting curtain that moved from left to right. While faint beep-beep-beeps were heard in the background, the picture grew in a series of vertical lines...
...standard TV camera tube, "sees" the picture or other photographable object. The tube stores the image in the form of a pattern of varying intensities of light and dark. This pattern is then scanned by an electron beam, which registers the value of the light intensities, from white to grey to black. The electronic signal is next transmitted by radio or ordinary telephone line to a receiving screen...
...year after he became Farm Bureau president. Shuman was making his regular weekend trip home on the Panama Limited, and sat down in the dining car next to a grey-eyed blonde. The train lurched, the blonde headed for the floor, and Charlie caught her. They got to talking. Romance blossomed. She was Mabel Ervin, a farm girl from 90 miles north of Sullivan who was working as a legal secretary in Chicago and was also headed home for the weekend. They were married a year later, have a son, Freedom Fighter (j.g.) George, 8, a carbon copy...