Word: frocked
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...Vendroux of Calais, also presented her husband with two daughters: Elisabeth, now a trained nurse, and Anne, who has never been well. Nearest thing to a personal anecdote: when first the ungainly Captain called upon the Vendroux family, he spilled a cup of tea on Yvonne's best frock...
...made him a fortune even if he had not invented the mercury vapor lamp, built the first American steam locomotive, or helped finance the Atlantic cable. His long white hair reached almost to his shoulders. He shaved himself with a razor used by George Washington. He wore a black frock coat, a black stock about his neck and, when he went visiting, had one of his grandsons trot along after him carrying an air cushion to ease his sharp old bones when he sat down...
Every morning for 25 years (1870-95) a solemn, bearded man in frock coat, droopy trousers and elastic-sided boots opened Queen Victoria's mail. General Sir Henry Frederick Ponsonby was the Widow of Windsor's Private Secretary. Over the years, in daily letters to his wife and in countless jottings, Ponsonby charted the awesome complexities of his job. Out of this mass of papers his son, Arthur (Lord Ponsonby of Shulbrede), a onetime page at the Queen's court (see cut), has contrived a book which is both a biography of his father and a candid...
Lawyer Tutt, the ramshackle figure in a rusty frock coat, stovepipe hat, stand-up collar and string bow tie, the canny mind that slyly wrenches law into justice, first came to public attention in a story written by Arthur Train in the Satevepost of June 7, 1919. Illustrating the story was a drawing of Tutt by Arthur William Brown (for which Frank Wilson, a retired actor, posed...
...balance. Perhaps her greatest conquest was Germany's ace misogynist, atrabilious old Arthur Schopenhauer. By the time she had worked on him a week he was babbling utter fatuities. "By God," he gloated, "I almost feel like a married man!" When Elisabet reminded him that, once his polysyllabic frock coat was stripped off, his animadversions against women were those of any Junker or farm hand, all he could manage was to blame it on his mother-a sensible old lady who refused to live with...