Word: greys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Parade. Grey Navy buses, taxis, Army cars, private limousines delivered the nobodies and the somebodies. A remarkably small crowd, no more than 600 in all, stood placidly behind the police ropes. Shipbuilder Henry J. Kaiser, mildly astonishing in a new, statesmanlike Homburg, and Mrs. Kaiser stomped up the narrow isle of faces, and into the Opera House. Then came Commander and Mrs. Harold Stassen (with a pink rose corsage) ; Senator Vandenberg, smiling largely at the populace; Canada's Mackenzie King, prudently armed with an umbrella; Bidault of France, bareheaded as always and skipping smartly from car to door...
Only the Saudi Arabian princes, wearing burnooses and traveling in limousines supplied by Standard Oil, lent an exotic touch. Spotting the Arabs at the Opera House, a glamor-hungry spectator sighed: "This is more like it." For the most part the San Francisco conferees wore drab, diplomatic grey and black...
...crowd one woman stood out, a tall blond woman in a grey-green woolen suit with a green alpine hat, woolen stockings, and heavy walking shoes. Despite the pack on her back, she walked erect...
...harder than ever for this skinny (no pound) little man, with grey-fringed balding head and offside grin, to be his simple self. Generals and admirals hogged him. His talent as a G.I. Boswell was to catch fighting men in their unselfconscious moods, and to report what he saw and heard in prose as homely (and sometimes as unselfconsciously eloquent) as their ways; but now he was a celebrity, sought after for autographs...
...Grey, patrician Charles Wilson, Baron Moran, President of the Royal College of Physicians, is well qualified for this inquiry. Winner of the Military Cross as a medical officer of the Royal Fusiliers in World War I, he notes that "the Prime Minister . . . has taken me where I might learn from those who are doing the fighting" in World War II. The Anatomy of Courage, recently published in London, is composed largely of a series of sketches from life, mostly in World War I. ¶ A malingering old colonel once came to Moran pleading dysentery ("I'm afraid...