Word: flanneled
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...awake. Shortly afterwards, a fat man with a prematurely balding head and a rakish hussar's mustache, appeared on the hotel terrace, plumped his 225 pounds into a wicker chair and ordered a Coca-Cola. He wore the standard summer garb of the well-dressed Riviera yachtsman-grey flannel slacks, navy blue jacket and white yachting cap. The plump, darkly pretty young woman who accompanied him wore a similar costume. For 15 minutes, His Majesty sat in massive silence. An aide brought him a newspaper. He scanned the headlines, threw the paper on the floor and jumped...
...General Douglas MacArthur & family it was a week of catching up on peacetime fun. In his new civilian uniform (double-breasted, grey flannel suit, bow tie and grey felt hat), he arrived at Yankee Stadium to see the Yankee-Browns game, was asked by the announcer to say a few words. He obliged with some old memories of Babe Ruth, Walter Johnson and Lou Gehrig, ended by throwing his favorite punch line with a slight twist: "Unlike old soldiers who never die, unfortunately these men did, but American sportsmanship will never let their memory fade away." Next, in black...
...burly 52, he radiates good-natured befuddlement, looks rather like a beardless Santa Claus, with a full, ruddy face, frosty eyebrows, tousled white hair and a red flannel shirt to keep out the drafts that whip through his old house and set its mobiles whirling...
...them wore gray flannel suits, one wore gray flannel pants and a sport coat, and one wore gray flannel pants and a raincoat. They chose these garments, they said, so they would look as though they belonged in Eliot House. Three of the four smoked pipes...
...Communist offensive. Bao Dai arrived in his C-45, which also carried a Scotty named Bubi, two bottles of King George Scotch, two guitars, three tennis rackets, 16 pieces of miscellaneous baggage and a cute, redheaded airline hostess named Esther. Wearing his inevitable dark glasses and a natty grey flannel suit, Bao Dai drove along roads lined with French Tommy-gunners facing the long grass where Communist snipers might be hiding...