Word: greys
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...course down their spines. . . . Now the Tiger has retired, dwells quietly at 8 Rue Franklin, Paris, proclaims to his friends (TIME, April 5) that he treads the brink of the grave. He is 85. But even as he speaks of death, the unquenchable fire darts from his eyes. The grey, suede-gloved hands have still the air of sheathing tiger claws. . . . Last week M. Georges Eugene Adrien Clemenceau, responding no doubt to an appeal from his old friend and political ally, Premier Poincaré, unsheathed his claws and raked the U. S. upon the raw in a curt, sarcastic, seering...
...Roberts, as a representative of the press, may I ask which part did you personally prefer in The Ten Commandments? I think . . ." The grey-mustachioed gentleman removed from his mouth a long, black stogy, glared at his inquisitor. "Who," said he, "do you think I am?" "Why, Theodore Roberts, the movie actor," gasped the reporter. "You are mistaken, sir! My name is Cummins." Last week great grandfather Albert Baird Cummins, Senator from Iowa, for nearly two decades one of the greatest influences in the governance of the U. S. was stricken with heart disease, died suddenly. Theodore Roberts, merely...
Vincent scarcely heard her. He was moodily eyeing a grey sky and puddles in the road. Vaguely he answered: "You'll have one before the day is over," and fell silent again...
...reproduced in its natural colors. The points of screened primary color lay close beside each other (as painters have learned to place them, for vividness and clarity), letting the eye blend them into greens, oranges, browns, purples. It was found that an additional plate, bringing in the values of grey...
...York Evening Post at the time of his death," he would have been the greatest landscape artist of any period or people." The pictures that he painted with such stormy concentration were usually as tranquil as twilight. Brown cows sunk in August meadows, fly-twitching, drowsily browsing; sheep streaming, grey blurs, cloud-patterned, home over a hill to a fold of peaceful and fleecy sleep; valleys folded in mist, green V's in the breast-hollow of a hill-range, ponds lying like shields at sunset, fishing boats blown out of shimmer to the white shadow of a cliff...