Word: overcoats
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Langford. Lost in some giant's castoff overcoat, he looked so woebegone that a fight manager named Joe Woodman gave him a job sweeping up at the old Lenox Athletic Club...
...renouncing already notable careers in music and philosophy to become a medical missionary in French Equatorial Africa, rolled off to London. Forgoing fancy hotels in favor of staying with a longtime Alsatian friend who runs a teashop, Nobel Peace Prize-winner Schweitzer one day drew on a shabby, dark overcoat, headed for Buckingham Palace. There Queen Elizabeth II invested him with the insigne of the exclusive (24 members) Order of Merit. As a non-Briton, Dr. Schweitzer became the order's second living honorary member (the other: Dwight D. Eisenhower...
...first things the America undertaker changed was the old "wooden overcoat." In an age when the grave robber and the medical student were supposedly working hand in glove, "safe" coffins, made at first of iron, came in vogue. Soon there were models in zinc, glass terra cotta, papier-mâché, hydraulic cement and vulcanized rubber. The coffin torpedo, marketed in 1878, was the final answer to body snatchers-it featured a bomb that was triggered to go off when the coffin lid was lifted. However, the triumph of sepulchral gadgeteering was the "life signal," which offered mechanical surcease...
...rainy day when Florence's Mayor Giorgio La Pira was a Deputy in Rome, he characteristically started for the door without umbrella, overcoat, or hat. A fellow Deputy insisted on lending him a raincoat. An hour later, La Pira returned, dripping from head to foot. To the astonished Deputy, he explained: "I came across an old man in the street who was cold . . ." "Yes," stammered the Deputy, "but that was my raincoat." La Pira replied soothingly: "You can buy another, my son, you can buy another...
Buttoned up in a tan plaid overcoat, President Juan Perón stepped onto a balcony in Buenos Aires one wintry evening last week. In the street below, a crowd of 10,000 stood near a floodlighted, 24 ft. by 12 ft. photograph of the late Eva Perón. One minute went by. At 8:25, exactly three years after Evita died of cancer, bugles blared. After listening to a four-minute panegyric read by a dolorous radio announcer, the crowd shuffled silently past the balcony. Peron made no speech. There was none of the tone of totalitarian frenzy...