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...handsome, grey-haired woman from Prove, Utah, stood before a banquet gathering of 1,000 at Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria and explained that youngsters "expect a little discipline" and need to be "held to certain ideals." She has the credentials to back up her comment. In 56 years of marriage, she and her engineer husband have seen their six children become a university president, a company vice president, a top corporation lawyer, a mathematician, a physicist, a housewife, and have themselves become grandparents 26 times over. Obviously such a brood exemplifies "family life at its very best...
...laws, for instance, or to ban lie-detector tests from employment procedure. But the labor press no longer paints issues entirely in black and white, says Gordon Cole, editor of the Machinist (circ. 868,000) who once worked for the Wall Street Journal. "Now they present a lot more grey. In fact, people don't believe you, if your articles aren't grey...
...lips are curved into an obliging, fixed half-smile. The grey hair is coiffured with mathematical precision, cleft exactly by the part. At the neck, not entirely masked by the photographer's shadows, a few age lines can be discerned. The dress is severe, revealing nothing, so dark that it blends into the background, relieved by a link necklace from which depend castings of the Greek letter epsilon. The whole suggests someone's amiable grandmother, intelligent, well preserved, still vigorous and minutely intent on keeping up appearances...
...Clad in grey coveralls, with a .38 revolver on his hip and a knife strapped to his leg, McAllister was in the air so much of the time that he began counting "missions" by the day instead of by the flight. He was so expert at detecting guerrilla camouflage that he could spot a Viet Cong position within seconds. He flew in low-like a "goosed gnat," in the words of one of his colleagues-marked enemy positions with smoke bombs, called in hot fighter-bombers, and then got the hell out of the way. The whole business scared...
Induced Meditation. Visitors must enter from a sunken patio below the wall, instinctively ducking as they pass through the low bronze gates. Once inside, they move down a dim 70-ft. corridor, whose ominous overhead arching is shaded from grey into black. At the end beckon gleaming golden doors, which will open automatically as visitors approach and release them into the dazzling dome (see overpage...