Word: greys
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Dates: during 1930-1930
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...appearance he is slim, erect, austere. Under shaggy grey brows, his blue eyes can snap and glare; beneath a grey mustache are lips that can set more grimly than any in the Senate. Before the oil investigations he dressed without care; since then he is trimly tailored and tonsured...
...opened their birdbooks to amplify their knowledge of the bird (Philohela Minor) whose name Commissioner Woodcock bears. An upland species of snipe, highly prized by sportsmen and epicures, the woodcock has a long, long bill and practically no tail at all. Its plumage is heavily mottled- brown, black, buff, grey-protective coloration for thickety ground. It can thrive only in wet (or at least moist) places, where it can probe for worms without bending or breaking its bill. That it may spy its enemies while it feeds, its eyes-large, nearsighted, goggling-are close together near...
...start last week on the Thames in New London, but little Gillespie, the Yale coxswain, was shouting less often into the face of Woodruff Tappen, the big stroke. Yale cut its beat to 32, began to gain as soon as Harvard dropped from 40. It was a slate-grey afternoon; on the varnished river the fleet of yachts strung with pennants, crowded with people in summer clothes, stood in silence as the boats swept past the half-mile flags. Yale had almost a one-length lead here and was rowing more easily than Harvard. Now and then the Harvard shell...
...lost their shoes in the mud, everyone's long skirt got spattered and trampled, picture hats were lost, soaked and crushed in the mad scramble for cover, everyone's car or bus seemed to stick in the mire, and long after dark bedraggled gentlemen with utterly ruined grey toppers drove sadly up to London in waterlogged sport cars, their womenfolk clustered on sodden back seats with tired, disgusted, hair-streaked faces...
Tall, sinewy, with iron-grey hair, pointed beard, high cheekbones, keen, kind eyes behind his scholar's spectacles, Philosopher Unamuno is a mystic but no wishy-washy one. Says he: "I have put passion into my books-the passion of hatred, the passion of disdain, the passion of contempt!'' He is married. "Like my Basque country, I have no history, or rather it is all purely internal. Since my birth in Bilbao on the 29th of September 1864 of a Basque family, nothing has happened to me that can interest a reader. ... As to my internal life...