Word: frocked
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...President stood in the Blue Room with Secretary Kellogg by his side. The doors flew open. Flanked on the one side by J. Butler Wright, second Assistant Secretary of State, and on the other side by Woolmar F. Bostrom, M. E. & P. from Sweden, a tall figure in a frock coat advanced toward the two little men waiting. The stooping little man with white hair, turned to the little man with the wry face and exclaimed: "Your Excellency, may I present His Royal Highness Gustaf Adolf, Duke of Skane, Crown Prince of Sweden?" ¶ Animated conversation ensued. Five minutes later...
...tall, slim, blond, virile, wise. He was Gustav V, King of Sweden. When he called incognito, silk-hatted, frock-coated, at the Wilhelmstrasse Palace, Berlin, an entire company of the Reichswehr goosestepped to welcome the first monarch ever to visit a President of the Reich. Pleased, Paul von Beneckendorf und Hindenburg graciously entertained King Gustav...
...present Prince of Wales lay flat upon his back, kicked, squalled. "Lala" disciplined him, and later dried his tears. As a child, even the serene Princess Mary had her tantrums. "Lala" soothed her temper, tidied her frock. Later she assisted the youthful Prince Henry and the still younger Prince George to blow their noses, etc. For years, in fact, "Lala" was indispensable as the nursery maid of the Windsors...
...Probably the finest chairs of the period in existence. [For once the man in the frock coat, F. A. Chapman, auctioneer, was speaking with the strictest accuracy.] I think I cannot do less than start them at $10,000.... Five?... All right, we all of us have to get warmed up... Six?... You are too generous, Sir.... Who'll give me seven?... I have seven. Eight?. . . Will nobody... Oh, many thanks. I am your debtor, madame; you owe me nothing.... And now nine?... I have nine; I have ten... ten thousand dollars. That was, I think, my first suggestion.... Eleven...
Wednesday. Marvelous morning. Patou called me up and asked if I should like to try on my dresses. Would I like to try them on! An old-rose coat trimmed with fur, a satin cyclamen evening frock, a white silk tennis dress wonderfully cut, one walking dress of rose, another in pale grey. This is simply too divine, I thought; it just isn't true. But when I jumped out of the car at Patou's, there were all the reporters sitting around, staring at the manikins, the frocks and me, like morticians at a flower-show. Dieu...