Word: collars
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...still at her toilet table arranging a bit of Spanish lace about her neck, was being put to considerable anxiety in her endeavor to hide her rather prominent Adam's apple and at the same time conceal the neck of her dress which was made to wear with a collar and was not meant to be seen. After she had managed to effect her purpose with a considerable outlay of pins, her looking-glass showed her the necessity of another application of the bit of chamois skin kept in her powder-box. Mrs. Butterfield then descended...
...track was unfavorable for rapid walking. Side-hold wrestle; one mile walk, time 7 minutes, 45 seconds; heavy weight boxing; light weight boxing. This latter contest was noticeable for the lack of science shown by the contestants, who, however, endeavored to fillits place by hard hitting. Horizontal bar; collar and elbow wrestling. This was eminently a contest between skill and weight, and as such was exceedingly interesting. To the surprise of many the match was won by the smaller contestant, Mr. Leland, who has never lost a contest during his college life. Indian club swinging; fencing. This contest...
...present in another column a communication written by some dyspeptic individual who signs himself "P. B." We suggest that the young man change his boarding-place, or compel his washerwoman to return his collar in time to enable him to make his Sunday calls...
...seemed like the smile of a tombstone. Seated before the fireplace he saw a tall, lean man of about twenty-six years. He wore a large Grosvenor of an ultramarine color, with a love of a sunflower embroidered on it; his morning coat was of purple corduroy, with the collar and cuffs adorned with pansies. In his hand he held a lily which ever and anon he would smell of, at which times a look of almost angelic serenity would o'er spread his countenance. At his side there stood a small table, with a dainty...
...last strains of "The Sirens" had died away along the corridors. All my fair enchanters - the sirens of the German - had died away along the corridors too. My celluloid collar was limp as a wet rag. The elevator, as usual, was "not running." The gas machine had given out, and the pale beams of the odoriferous kerosene lighted my lagging steps as I climbed the five flights. Claret lemonade was forthwith ordered; the boy left me alone with my straws, and I reflected over my first German. I had been playing tennis all the morning, and reading back volumes...