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Word: hosed (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...then, arrived at the fire, the fore girl will shout, as loudly as is consistent with propriety, through her speaking trumpet, and the firegirls, after putting on their rubbers and waterproofs, will connect the water pipe-for it would be hardly delicate to refer to it in public as "hose"-and turn on the water. Armed with large tack hammers, the firegirls will break open doors and windows and place step ladders against the wall of the burning building to assist the inmates to escape. That the firegirls should actually ascend the step ladders in the full gaze...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE GIRTON COLLEGE FIREBRIGADE. | 2/12/1884 | See Source »

...allow. In the front is a large letter "H" in crimson silk. Instead of metal eyelet protectors, which in a scrimmage often tear the fingers, the holes are worked in silk. The crimson-gray over which the jacket is worn is of heavy knitted material, as are also the hose, both being made on machinery imported by the firm. The knee-breeches are of strong and heavy Canadian homespun goods...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: FACT AND RUMOR. | 11/12/1883 | See Source »

...Park, "The Banker's Daughter" will tread the stage for another week with those pretty sandals, that show the most delicious bit of a black stock - beg your pardon - we mean hose. Mr. Palmer's company, from the Union Square, is perhaps the best suited of any of the stock companies to the presentation of such plays as this, which is too well known to require any comment...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THEATRICAL ATTRACTIONS NEXT WEEK. | 5/13/1882 | See Source »

...coming, I felt it burning within me; and he started as he looked at my eyes, which I felt were slowly gaining the fiendish, yellowy glare. Pale, paler than the snow beneath our feet he grew as he saw the bristly gray hide shoo : over my doublet and hose, while my belt, unclasped and clothed with a bushy gray hair, fell down behind. "Sainte Vierge" he cried, his eyeballs starting from his head, as he tried to flee. "Madelon," I snarled, as I leapt after him, "Madelo-o-o-o-o-n;" and my gay gray comrades answered from...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A NIGHTMARE. | 10/29/1880 | See Source »

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