Word: coats
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...stood in the Blue Room with Secretary Kellogg by his side. The doors flew open. Flanked on the one side by J. Butler Wright, second Assistant Secretary of State, and on the other side by Woolmar F. Bostrom, M. E. & P. from Sweden, a tall figure in a frock coat advanced toward the two little men waiting. The stooping little man with white hair, turned to the little man with the wry face and exclaimed: "Your Excellency, may I present His Royal Highness Gustaf Adolf, Duke of Skane, Crown Prince of Sweden?" ¶ Animated conversation ensued. Five minutes later...
...hotel around a bath. The Christians who objected to sharing their public quarters with Jews had no such splendid bath as this-no, nor had Augustus Caesar, nor has the most pompous sybarite in Hollywood. The notables, the pressmen inspected the hotel-a steel and concrete Joseph's coat, a terraced temple of fantastic, incredible luxury...
...Duce deigned to chat often and familiarly with correspondents, to whom he usually accords scant courtesy. They, unmollified, reported unkindly that he seemed to want very much to rub the tip of his nose, now healing under a brown coat of iodine from the wound inflicted by a mad Irishwoman (TIME, April 12). The correspondents reported that, as often as Signor Mussolini's finger drew unconsciously near the afflicted organ, his iron will caused him to drop his hand-no mean feat, as all whose noses have itched can testify...
...sitting on top of it. Last night was to the Gotes club and my gawd but that man can hold his cigarete smoke--it was some time. Mamie went too, Remember Mamie. Say could you forget her. Try and do it. It was swell. And she wore the fur coat with the mange, the old one. I told her to sell it to a cleaner for shamy, but she didn't. She had a friend of Charly's, a blank check and that's no lie. He went under early, looked like a malted milk and took the count...
...Mount is bad, consider how much worse is taking pictures of Holden Chapel without Mazie. Two sleuths were doing that Sunday afternoon. They would sneak to one side and snap a picture, then sneak to the other side and snap another. And I then pulled up my coat and collar and slid by, for I remembered that it is very easy to get suppressed in this town. All of which reminds me that I wrote a version of the story in the last "Mercury" merely to prove that I had read it and lived--which is more than some have...