Word: coatings
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...coat, I noticed that there were several fingers missing from his left hand. He moved slowly [with] a slight limp. . . . And then I saw that his awkward walk was caused by his not having become accustomed to his artificial left...
...loudly abusing a small, meek newspaperman. A quiet Texan by the name of Benny Bickers objected. Di Cicco called him something, neglected to smile. Benny knocked him down. Di Cicco left the club, waited for Bickers in the street. When the Texan came out, di Cicco took off his coat, put up his dukes. Benny knocked him down again. What di Cicco learned the hard way: outweighed (by 35 lb.), outreached (by 4 in.), Benny is known as "perhaps the best hand-to-hand fighter anywhere near his size in Texas...
...about as warlike as most Americans. In Honolulu, he made a heartbreaking tour over the death-stinking decks of ships being raised from Pearl Harbor; and when he lunched with a group of nurses, "the least composed person at the table was I." He lost his Abercrombie & Fitch trench coat, the true war correspondent's caparison, in New Caledonia. He took a kind of tourist's gander at quiet Guadalcanal, rode around uneventfully on a destroyer, slept comfortably a few nights in a Noumea hut "between sheets that had covered some well-known newspapermen," and moved up with...
...World War II the family owned some 180,000 acres, Chatsworth House, Hardwick Hall, Bolton Abbey, Compton Place, Lismore Castle in Ireland and a town house in Carlton Gardens (now a heap of blitzed rubble). The Cavendishes rank well up among the "twelve families that own England." Their coat of arms: sable, three bucks' heads cabossed argent with a crest of a serpent nowed proper and two bucks, each wreathed round the neck with a chaplet of roses, argent and azure, as supporters. The Cavendish motto: Cavendo Tutus, Secure by Caution...
...Sewell Avery said: "I'll be glad when this is over." On the main floor he again refused to budge. The soldiers hoisted him up, carried him past a handful of startled clerks in the lobby, and down the main steps. His grey hair unruffled, his blue suit coat buttoned, his hands folded benignly across his stomach, his eyes half-closed, Avery looked every inch an Oriental potentate being borne by slaves...