Word: flanneled
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...they moved to California in a Buick. A thin, high-shouldered man, whose thick glasses and birdlike carriage give him a slightly alarmed appearance, Sidney Howard has a two-room flat in Hollywood, a more capacious apartment in Manhattan. For work he dresses in a tweed coat, grey flannel trousers, sneakers. He smokes cigarets steadily and rubs his chin while dictating, by fits and starts, faster than most stenographers can take...
...week followed a distinguished party of visitors at a discreet distance. Hat in hand, bulky Lord Derby led the way. Behind him came the Duchess of York. A fashion show was in progress. Well knowing Queen Mary's aversion to bare legs on tennis courts, one manikin in flannel shorts and grasping a racket trembled and turned very red. The Duchess of York saved the day. "I think they are very practical," said she to Lord Derby...
Sick abed though he was with twinging rheumatism, M. Anatole de Monzie, paunchy French Minister of Education, leaped from between sheets, tore off his nightshirt, wriggled into his flannel union suit and hastily dressed, cursing, when last week he learned that his honor was being smutted in the Chamber...
Gossips said that President Roosevelt was suffering from sinus trouble, but the President described the ailment which confined him to his four-poster bed for two days last week as "sniffles." Attired in striped flannel pajamas and an old white sweater, the President played with his many varieties of U. S. stamps and his three varieties of U. S. dollars: world, R.F.C.-gold and commodity-value...
...knocking from the depths, rap, rap, rap, thrice it came, and the distant corner of the room, illuminated only by the firelight, glowed with a greenish phosphorescence. Startled, the Vagabond discerned a figure standing there, limned in the faint, emerald light. Its coat was of gabardine, its trousers of flannel, from its eyes came the pinkish reflection of the midnight oil, on its checks were shadowed the black pouches of overwork. Before the figure stood a woman: "Why, then, 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky. What need we fear, who knows it?" With these words she vanished...