Word: greys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...good, grey Warren Austin had heard Gromyko say that Russia now believed in international punishment for atomic offenses. That, to Austin, seemed "to narrow the field of questions at issue." Gromyko was not so optimistic. To newsmen afterwards, Gromyko said: "I do not understand Senator Austin when he says the issues have been narrowed down." Said an observer...
...could complain that they were bad neighbors. Harry Crocker, of French Canadian descent, was a mild-mannered, grey-haired man who worked for a camera manufacturer. Mrs. Crocker ran a gift shop in Hollywood. Muriel, 30, kept house; Alicia, 20, posed for art classes; Jeanne, 13, was in school. They were all Catholics. But their skins were dark...
...beaten country, Italian plenipotentiary the Marchese Meli-Lupi di Soragna put on his best black tailcoat (now a little tight) and his striped pants (ever so slightly frayed at the cuffs). Outside, in the courtyard of the Italian Embassy, he patted his top hat, caressed his iron-grey mustache, and glanced at the clouded sky. To Paris Cop PauL Simon, on guard by the gate, Soragna remarked: "Some rain coming, I think," and after a pause, "I have a disagreeable task this morning." Cop Simon merely nodded cheerfully...
...London, on a grey day that set the mood for gloom, there was brazen disregard of the blackout in many stores and homes. The great grey pile of Buckingham Palace showed a few lights. In about half of the grimy little shops on Soho's back streets the lights were full on for everybody to see. But along majestic Regent Street soft, flickering candlelight illumined windows. Silversmiths and jewelers put their best Georgian candlesticks to use, but most of them took small items off the counters in fear of shoplifters in the semidarkness. Most of London's West...
They had offered to renew Rodzinski's contract for three years. There were a few strings attached, of course, but-. Well, what did he say? Grey-maned Artur Rodzinski had a lot to say. Speaking above the muted horns of the 57th Street traffic below, he said it for an hour and 20 minutes. A lot of it was on the state of the orchestra whose greatness he had restored. Improved, rather. But a lot more was about a man named Arthur Judson. His speech rose to a bitter, excited tirade that accused Arthur Judson, the handsome, leonine manager...