Word: frocked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...surrender on the Missouri. "The Prime Minister . . . was considered unsuitable because he was the Emperor's uncle . . . [The] Vice Premier . . . shunned the ordeal. Finally, the mission was assigned to Foreign Minister Shigemitsu." He was the little Japanese who stumped into history ten years ago this week, grotesque in frock coat and topper amid the tieless suntans of MacArthur's conquerors, to sign the surrender papers and take his nation's disgrace upon his bowed shoulders. One U.S. general recalled: "The Japanese plenipotentiary had a little trouble with...
...London, Sir Winston Churchill donned top hat and frock coat and turned up at the City's ancient Guildhall for the unveiling of a larger-than-life statue of himself by Sculptor Oscar Nemon. After one look he commented approvingly. But later, Author Gerald Hamilton, 67, a self-confessed "black sheep" of his family, interned in both World Wars for pro-German sympathies, announced that he had modeled for the body of the statue...
...Street (including myself) as Mr. Harold Macmillan entered No. 10. I did not take a count when Sir Winston drove off to the palace, but I should guess 500, not "more than 2,000 gawpers." As one of the gawpers, I suggest that Sir Winston was wearing not a frock coat but a morning coat...
...familiar as Big Ben. Next moment, or so it seemed, the dauntless old figure had vanished, and Britain had the feeling that John Bull himself was gone. At 4:25 p.m., in the quiet of an April afternoon, 80-year-old Sir Winston Spencer Churchill put on his black frock coat and drove off to see the Queen...
...Palace. The door opened and an office worker popped out. Everyone laughed from sheer nervousness. At 4:25 the door opened once more and out stepped Winston Churchill, in striped pants, frock coat and topper. There was a sparse cheer or two, then suddenly the street rocked with three huge, earsplitting cheers of acclaim. A slight, sad smile crinkled the Churchillian features for a moment. Then, clamping firmly on his cigar, the Prime Minister climbed into his car and headed for Buckingham Palace...