Word: coate
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...were two paperbound books: Winston Churchill's Step by Step, Dr. Ivan Lajos' Nazis Can't Win. Beaming like newlyweds, they received newspapermen. The Duchess was bright ("looked even better than when she left") in a gold dress, a gold and black checked coat, the Duke proper ("looked several years younger") in gray double-breasted flannels and a maroon-and-white...
...plain sight next the Normandie at her dock in Manhattan's North River. Her superstructure, more spotlessly white than ever, seemed to be suspended over a smudgy grey cloud that blended with wharves and water. The lower part of the ship had all but disappeared under a coat of grey paint. Day or two later the white superstructure almost disappeared too. The Queen Mary was not slapping on war paint (battleship grey is several tones bluer and less muddy) but was introducing the latest style in camouflage, a solid, sooty, flat grey...
...golf on Sunday. Kennedy sat in shirt sleeves at his desk, grabbing by turns at the three phones at his left, talking to Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain, to Lord Halifax, to Secretary of State Cordell Hull, to Franklin Roosevelt. As he always does, Kennedy worked with windows thrown wide, coat tossed on a rack, vest draped over a chair, the sleeves of his hard-collared shirt rolled over his freckled forearms, tugging his black suspenders, cussing, grumbling incoherently, snapping popgun orders...
...sugar-scoop coat or high hat clothed Lord Lothian. To the confusion of protocol, he wore a black pin-stripe business suit, a loosely knotted dark tie, black bump-toed shoes, glasses with light grey plastic rims, a grey Homburg hat. He pushed open the right-hand door to the Executive offices (the left is always locked), walked over the black-and-white checkered linoleum, around the Philippine red narra table and back to the President's office. He gave his hat to Pat McKenna, ancient doorguard, and walked...
...never touched the controls); in 1932 solo. Soaring Wings, a family memoir by her publicity-loving husband, George Palmer Putnam, is full of scrappy, discursive trivia (Flier Earhart kept bowls of little yellow tomatoes around the house to eat at random, slept three nights in a new flying coat to get it suitably wrinkled) but does manage to tell how this four-year air change came about...