Word: sallow
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...sallow, round faced man with a crew cut and a cigar clenched in his teeth might run serious risk of physical injury upon entering the Radcliffe yard, judging from the unfavorable reception met by these characteristics. Two conservative young students, obviously fed up with the deluge of ex-servicemen who have been storming the 'Cliffe of late, went so far as to write in negative votes beside "crew cuts," while seven delicate lasses raised their noses in the air and ejaculated, "Anything but cigars...
Italy's Communist Party last week introduced to history one of its heroes: the man who shot Benito Mussolini. The tyrannicide turned out to be a tall (6 ft.), sallow, jowly bookkeeper called Walter Audisio. As he mounted the platform before a Communist mass meeting in the ruins of Rome's Basilica of Constantine, clutching a bunch of red carnations, he bit his lips to keep them from trembling...
Just outside of Livingston, Ala. the dusty 1941 Buick convertible pulled up beside the road. Four men pored over rumpled road maps. The sallow one with tousled, thinning grey hair said he wanted to get to Moscow. He said it in Russian. The maps didn't help; the whim of Ilya Grigorevich Ehrenburg to visit Moscow, Ala. was not satisfied.* But by last week the Soviet Union's foremost journalist had spent 15 days rambling through the South at his own pace, following his own itinerary with companions of his own choice. It was the kind of reportorial...
Oldtime readers of the New Republic raised their eyebrows. For the first time in its 31 years, the opinionated weekly journal of opinion had daubed make-up on its sallow, paper-towel complexion, political cartoons on its restyled cover. Inside, it had jazzed up its austere format like a C.I.O. house organ, had even started a chummy column of office gossip. Recently it stepped farther out of character to buy radio commercials, brazenly courting a mass audience...
...wacky and it was wistful, like a beggar's dream. Cried sallow Santi Paladino, Italy's newest peddler of political nostrums: "With a federation of the United States, Italy and some other nations, and a lot of atomic bombs, there would be no wars. This would solve all of Italy's problems...