Word: paled
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...hand--or, in the case of a fragile item, with a dental extractor--and tossed into a basket with three compartments: for bones, for flint, and for river stones and pebbles. The stones go to a geologist, the bones to a paleontologist, and the flint to an archaeologist. The pale botanist takes a sample of dirt from eastrata, which he centrifuges to recover the pollen grains of plants which grad around the rock shelter thousands years...
...lion, the lamb and the bear were far from harmonizing about peace on earth. And it was a gloomy day when President John Kennedy arrived in Bermuda last week for his fourth series of somber talks this year with Britain's Harold Macmillan. Sitting in Hamilton's pale pink Government House. Kennedy and Macmillan conversed for as long as five hours at a stretch-with only a few minutes out for tea-but. inevitably, they were able to produce little in the way of hard solutions to the world's woes...
...point, Eichmann's nerves melted. His face twitched; his tongue flicked his lips and his complexion became sickly pale. But his voice was firm when he made his final statement. "I am not the monster I am made out to be," he said. "This mass slaughter is solely the responsibility of political leaders. My guilt lies in my obedience, my respect for discipline, my allegiance to the colors and the service." He would ask the Jews for pardon, said Eichmann, except that, in view of the verdict, "this would be construed as hypocrisy . . . I must carry the burden imposed...
...believes that he is the "Saviour of Africa." To associates, he said recently: "I am like the man who walked into Jerusalem 2,000 years ago and got the people to follow him." A newspaper has published a new lexicon of titles for Nkrumah that make royal rankings seem pale by comparison. Among the titles...
...lower lip had the same courageous thrust as in the wartime posters, but the sturdy, bulldog head was sunk deep into slumped shoulders, and the pale blue eyes were watery and weary when Sir Winston Churchill tottered slowly into the House of Commons as Big Ben struck 3 on his 87th birthday. "Hear, hear, hear," rolled out the traditional Commons welcome, until it beat like a native drum. Then came a few most unparliamentary hurrahs (with nary a reprimand from the bewigged Speaker), and the "right honorable member for Woodford" slumped into his lifetime front-bench seat. A government spokesman...