Word: greys
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Clouds of grey smoke rose from hot-fat cookers on the floodlit high-school football field in Rochester, Ind. (pop. 5,000) as "Charley Halleck Day" sizzled to a close with an old-fashioned fish fry. Heading the well-wishers of Republican House Leader Halleck on his silver anniversary in Congress was touring Vice President Richard M. Nixon. At the flag-draped rostrum, facing 15,000 Hoosiers brimful of yellow perch and Republican politics, Nixon, after saluting Halleck, the crowd and the perch, said: "Now, I want to relate the international situation to this meeting we're having...
...jubilant crowds stumbled over TV cables and shouted noisily at each new bulletin heralding the election of yet another Tory M.P. At 1:25 a.m., long after the Laborites at their glum command post across the square had conceded defeat in Britain's 1959 general election, an elegant, grey-haired figure in evening dress stepped from a sedan to a surge of Tory cheers. "Well done, Mac," shouted voices. "You did it!" The tall, patrician-looking man paused for a moment, his handsome wife in blue evening gown at his side. "It has gone off rather well," murmured Prime...
After years of yearning to shoot straight in a horse opera, Singer-Actor Sammy Davis Jr. got his wish, was exuberant after filming an all-Negro oater for CBS-TV's Zane Grey Theater. Wispy (5 ft. 6 in., 125 Ibs.) Sammy had been pessimistic about the prospects of ever persuading a producer to dramatize any epic pitting dark skins against red skins: "They'll never do it! But if they do, it'll be the first time they let the Indians win!" In the current saga, Davis plays a corporal in a cavalry unit assigned...
...ever happened, Washington Hostess with Almost the Mostes' Gwen Cafritz was flatly contradicted by Washington Daily News Columnist Carol LeVarn. What Gwen told Carol, according to Carol: "You never know who men are at parties. The other night at dinner I sat next to a good-looking grey-haired man and I picked up his place card. It said. 'Mr. McDonald.' Well, Mr. McDonald could be anybody. I said, 'What do you do, Mr. McDonald?' and he said, 'You dumb broad, I'm on the front pages all over the country...
...first in decades, seems to be the most nearly complete yet available. On the whole, it makes rewarding reading. There is no getting away from the fact that Memoirs is chiefly a record of night errantry, of seductions conducted on a scale that will amaze today's grey-flannel philanderer. But the language is witty and infinitely less crude than that of almost any contemporary bestseller. And Casanova's powers of observation make his autobiography read like a fascinating picaresque novel. As Critic Edmund Wilson put it: "Even when he has slipped to the bottom, he keeps...