Word: paled
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Still looking pale and sickly after major abdominal surgery (TIME, March 28), British Laborite Aneurin Bevan, 62, issued assurances that he has no plans to write his memoirs, then took a spirited swipe at those who so much as read that sort of thing. He singled out a favorite target: Britain's Tory Prime Minister Harold Macmillan. Said Bevan: "I understand that Macmillan reads political biographies. I have never been able to achieve that credulity. My experience of public life has taught me to know that most of them are entirely unreliable. I would rather take my fiction straight...
...herself a more engaging personality. At the Franco-U.S.S.R. Society, and at the two-room apartment once occupied by Lenin, she threw her solid arms about French Communist leaders and bussed them resoundingly. At the middle-class department store, the Galeries Lafayette, she fell in love with a pale green at-home dress. Later she took in a bit of the Louvre-the Mona Lisa, Napoleon's crown, the Venus de Milo-along with two of her daughters, in a 40-minute sprint. Meanwhile, at a luncheon at the Diplomatic Press Association, her husband spoke again...
...mistakes" before the Moscow Central Committee late in 1958, the local zealots in Stavropol apparently kept calling him an enemy of the state. According to a story passed by the Moscow censors, Bulganin appealed to Khrushchev, who suggested that Bulganin retire on a pension. At 64, a pale shadow of the jovial, rotund figure who represented his country at the 1955 Geneva summit meetings, Bulganin now lives on a $300-a-month pension on the outskirts of Moscow, of which in his time he was mayor, an ailing and disgraced man who had once been wartime boss of Soviet industry...
...late Nevil Shute took characters of clay and left them shod with steel. Keith Stewart, hero of Shute's posthumous novel, Trustee from the Toolroom, is unassuming to the point of extinction. Keith is past his prime, hard up, pastily pale and running a little to fat. In an ugly mortgaged home in the London suburb of West Baling, he shares teatime monosyllables with his dumpily comfortable wife Katie. Yet Keith is not a nonentity...
...injured in an auto accident when he was nine, for the rest of her life was a chaired invalid, paralyzed from the waist down. And her son Carol (the Caryl spelling is his own invention) was sick and undersized, afflicted with bronchial asthma, chronic nasal congestion and a pale, dolorous, big-nosed, droop-lipped face...