Word: clad
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Mysterious Stranger. During the naval proceedings last week, a strange man, carrying a small brown bag, slipped past the doorkeeper with an air so secretive that the suspicions of an alert Swiss detective were at once aroused. The stranger, grey-haired, straggly mustached, clad in an undistinguished business suit, pattered the length of several corridors, set his bag down, mopped his face. The Swiss detective, with catlike caution, flattened himself against the wall, watched the stranger closely for signs that his bag contained a bomb. Just then a member of the U. S. delegation appeared, shook warmly the hand...
...imposing structure on a tiny island in the middle of a toy lake, hundreds of Chinese officers and diplomats prostrated themselves thrice. A Chinese band struck up the national anthem-to Western ears shrill and squealing. At the focus of this orgy of homage stood a slim, imperious Chinese, clad from neck to heel in a gorgeous, shimmering, blue silk Field Marshal's uniform of his own invention. This personage was the War Lord of Manchuria and North China, the great Chang Tso-lin. Japan has supported his Manchurian régime. Great Britain is believed to have poured...
Ismet, a man of medium build, hard, clad in a tight uniform bespread with medals, seemed last week to retain unaltered the Prussian severity which he acquired some 20 years ago as a cadet at Potsdam. He is now Premier of the Turkish Republic, after fighting through the World War, repeatedly decorated by Wilhelm II for his often victorious services to the Central Powers. Today his hair is growing white, but his eyes are still a keen, steel grey; and, still deaf, he continues to play the little trick of seeming deafer than he is when that suits his purpose...
These words were spoken last week in Camden, N. J., by a man with a torrent of white beard, clad in loose-fitting, almost shabby clothing. The man was masquerading as Walt Whitman in Christopher Morley's tart one-act play, Walt. Author Morley, smiling, robustious, pensive, was present as master of ceremonies...
...exactly what their spirits desire, returned to Manhattan last week from a four-month fishing and observing expedition on the coral reefs of Haiti. In the scientific-romantic vein which characterizes his writings, he excited newsgatherers with stories of prowling on the ocean floor under 60 feet of water, clad in an ordinary bathing suit and diver's helmet equipped with air-and-telephone tube.? He dictated piscatorial descriptions to an assistant in a schooner above. Occasionally he scribbled fleeting impressions on a zinc plate with a lead pencil...