Word: greys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Chicago's Morrison Hotel one morning last week the members of the Cook County Democratic Committee were in their seats by 10 o'clock. They were there to witness the beginning of the end of a political dynasty. As they waited, the room grew rank and grey with smoke and politicians' talk. Three quarters of an hour late, the Boss-Mayor Edward J. Kelly- strode in. The committeemen put down their racing forms and clapped...
This week Ohio's metropolis buzzed happily with plans for making its Founders' Day a memorable sesquicentennial event. Up the twisting, industry-fouled, rat-grey Cuyahoga (rhymes with buy a toga) River, now edged with iron and steel furnaces, oil refineries, factories, warehouses, docks and long ore, coal and grain ships, a small boat will bring Leading Citizens to re-enact the landing (complete to an Indian greeter). There will be the inevitable Civic Luncheon (Clevelanders love anything with the word Civic in front of it). That night in the spacious downtown Mall there will be carnival: floats...
Another National Socialist, grey, diminutive Jaroslav Stransky, was awarded the important Education Ministry, formerly held by the Reds. An ex-professor of criminal law and a newspaper editor with iron nerves, he was unlikely to let the Communists push him around. To illustrate the Stransky calm, friends tell how he took the fall of Paris in 1940. During the mad scramble of flight, he went for a quiet stroll along the Champs-Elysées, where he ran into the well-known Czech pianist, Rudolf Firkusny. Stransky said he had wanted to ask Firkusny's advice on a problem...
Britain's hopes were pinned on her aging showman Henry Cotton, now 39. He rolled up to the Royal & Ancient clubhouse as haughty and pigeon-toed as ever, in a chauffeured Rolls-Royce, dressed in a salmon-pink sweater and blowsy grey trousers. As usual, he did not smile, ignored his opponents, spoke only to his plump, wealthy Argentine wife who followed him around as his official marker. He commanded the largest gallery, and treated the crowd to a three-under-par 70. Then he was whisked back to swank Rosack's Marine Hotel for a massage...
...grey old man was surely "the sounding bell of this world," wrote Russian Novelist Maxim Gorky. "Surely he is great and holy, [although] sometimes he seems to be conceited and intolerant, like a Volga preacher." Sometimes it was "painfully unpleasant" to hear his comments on women: "a string of indecent words . . . unspeakably vulgar. . . . He is really a whole orchestra, but not all the horns are playing in unison. ... It is terribly stupid to call a man a genius. It is quite impossible to understand what genius is. It is far simpler and clearer to say-Leo Tolstoy...