Word: frocked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...lifted a finger. Though his flight had reflected his panic, it also served to precipitate the crisis and thereby, in the end, had proved beneficial. For the people had shown more faith in him and in the throne he occupied than he himself suspected. Premier Zahedi and the entire frock-coated diplomatic corps were at the airport to greet...
...wise-eyes were examining a display of 19th century paintings once owned by Van Gogh's younger brother, Theo. Among them were 15 works by "unknown" artists, and one of them in particular caught the scholars' attention. A small (16 in. by 12 in.) portrait of a frock-coated man, it had never been shown before, and was strangely reminiscent of Van Gogh's Portrait of an Actor, painted in 1888. The subject seemed to be the same man, and was painted in somewhat the same manner, with heavy contours outlining the face...
...discrimination that flirts perilously with final boredom. A historian 100 years from now may easily conclude: this is how a Midwestern U.S. town must have looked in the 1880s. But the impression would be only tintype deep, for Author Sandburg has seemingly cared little about looking past the frock coats and working clothes for attitudes and feelings. Moving about from home to school to barbershop, he has recalled a pace of life that the U.S. will surely never know again, and the nostalgia he evokes is sometimes as moving as a Sandburg folk song. What is lacking is the elusive...
Narrow Margins. As the two sides of the House made for each other, shouting curses and grabbing handy weapons, the speaker summoned help on a siren called la Martinella. A phalanx of strapping ushers rushed in. Prohibited from laying hands on the honorable members, the thin line of frock-coated ushers compromised by kicking shins. They were swept aside as the factions closed, fists waving, drinking glasses hurtling, chair legs thudding on skulls. From his seventh-row plush seat, Red Chief Togliatti, carefully guarded by a Red deputy, watched with a connoisseur's interest. Premier Alcide de Gasperi...
...eyes had already darted back to her book. The baby, as soon as it felt solid ground beneath it, crawled off again, this time towards the path. The little girl gave a cry and rushed to the rescue. But now another little girl, dark-headed, in a short red frock, who was running along the path, also noticed the baby's escape. She turned to head it off from the gravel. "Dirty! dirty!" She reached it first, caught it and tried to lift it bodily into the air. She was a strong child and by a great effort...