Word: nightshirters
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Soon the night watchman discovered R. M. C.'s loss. In his nightshirt the College bugler turned out 470 G. C.'s (gentlemen cadets) in their nightshirts. An officer barked out the rollcall. No cadet was missing, none showed marks of cannon-poaching. The 470 were sent back to bed. R. M. C. officers scratched their heads, reflected that Broadmoor Asylum for criminal lunatics is near Sandhurst...
Last week "Brother Charley" called newshawks around his big walnut four- poster. To demonstrate his improvement, he stepped out and stood up in his muslin nightshirt, a pale, bald, old man doggedly fighting for a physical and political comeback. Then he announced Nebraska's new Senator - white-haired William Henry Thompson, a good party friend whom he had put on the State Supreme Court. Born in a Ohio log cabin 79 years ago, son of a blacksmith, Senator Thompson had served on the commission that built Nebraska's new $10,000,000 Capitol...
...himself elected lieutenant governor, divorced his wife, Augusta, to marry a mining camp belle named Baby Doe. President Arthur attended the wedding, in Washington, just after Haw Tabor had wangled himself a seat in the U. S. Senate. Tabor spent $1,000 on a silk and lace nightshirt with gold buttons; he was swindled out of a fortune trying to buy as a present for his wife the jewels which legend says Queen Isabella pawned to finance Christopher Columbus; for great occasions he sprinkled gold dust on his carriage horses. William Jennings Bryan, when he saw Tabor's daughter...
...night the Legislature passed his drop-a-crop cotton bill, he sent out for a cotton nightshirt. Near midnight he had himself photographed in it signing the bill. ''Now I can take this damned thing off!" he exploded afterwards as he climbed back into his silk pajamas...
...opportunity to repeat all the nice things Rudyard Kipling has been saying during the past 25 years about British Pluck. To the lovers it means discovery and ruin. To the porky pair, the male member of which shuffles about in that funniest of theatrical garments, the nightshirt, it is just the sort of nuisance one would expect the French to brew. To the novelist it is death...