Word: greys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Above his dark blue summer suit and white shirt his face was grey. A grim, tight-set jaw had replaced the Truman grin. Once again, he excoriated the "obstinate arrogance" of "these two men." Once again, he named them. Once again, he avowed his friendship for labor. He did not want permanent, restrictive anti-labor legislation. But he asked for the power and means to stop any strike against the nation. The Congress, its blood pressure up too, cheered, and cheered again. (But not all joined in; among the silent: Democrats Pepper, Kilgore and J. Murray; House Minority Leader Joseph...
...Tall and grey, his face gaunt, his SS uniform rumpled and shorn of insignia, the condemned man last week faced his judges in the grim yard of Prague's Pankrac Prison. Ranged before him were the judge and jury who had tried him two days before. The yard was filled with spectators-some 3,000 hard-eyed Czechs. Prominent among them sat seven widows from a village once known as Lidice...
...pecans on the Hope Diamond. Ed Crump did not ignore them. As he rode on casual journeys through his domain he watched the pavements as sharply as a kingfisher hunting shiners; his pink face lighted at the first sign of recognition. If people turned, he snatched a wide-brimmed grey hat from his ear-long white locks, nodded majestically as if thousands cheered, and cranked down the car window with incredible dexterity to bawl, "Hiya...
...delegates thought up difficulties anyway. Those from eastern Europe (Poland, Czechoslovakia, Hungary, Rumania) were against the Socialist International because they feared to break with the Communists. Their spokesman was grey-haired, bright-eyed Anna Kethly, now Deputy Speaker of the Hungarian Parliament. Said Anna Kethly: "It would be disastrous for Hungary to end the present cordial relations with Russia, owing to the geographical proximity...
...women, they didn't even notice him. Little did they think that here went Bernard Clare, who was in love with Eva Stone, and who someday would be a writer, writing of New York, of lovely women gay on its gay Saturday-afternoon autumn streets, gay under the grey skies of New York...