Word: pajamaed
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...Said he: "I was undressing slowly, the other night, and reading P. G. Wodehouse's humorous story, Jeeves Carries On. I was so absorbed that I did not look to see what I was doing and consequently did not realize that I was putting both feet into one pajama leg. A moment later I stood up, overbalanced, fell to the ground and dislocated my shoulder...
...Atlanta, Ga., contrary to his custom, Mayor Walker arrived six hours ahead of schedule. But Robert Tyre Jones Jr., golfer-lawyer, and Major John Sanford Cohen, editor of the Atlanta Journal, went to the station to arouse the Mayor from his green-pajama sleep. He visited the Confederate memorial at Stone Mountain, made lofty speeches and pleased his guests so well that the powerful Atlanta Constitution said in an editorial next day: "Tammany as an organization may have its detractors, but the men of Tammany are Democrats of the old Jeffersonian and Jacksonian schools. They are not everlastingly chasing after...
...come 10,000 miles from its northern worm, raw silk and silk goods, silk for hose and gown and pajama and whatnot. Chinese had tended it; Japanese had borne it across the Pacific of which commerce they are masters. It had arrived at Vancouver, safely unloaded from the N. Y. K.'s* Paris Marn. Safely it was stored in an 18-car train of the Canadian Pacific-$6,000,000 of silk. The world first heard of it when $1,500,000 of it (five car loads) lay wrecked and storm-strewn in the valley of Frazer River, only...
...beach at Venice the Mayor, brilliantly attired in white flannels and kaleidescopic sweater, strolled among pajama-clad bathers and loiterers. He would don no beach-pajamas, saying that they reminded him of a familiar dream, that of appearing unclad at some social function. Mrs. Walker wore a yellow, fragile garment, a morning dress. At dinner Mayor Walker's trunk had not arrived; ill-dressed for the first time in his political career, he sauntered into the restaurant at his hotel, clad not in evening clothes but in a lounge suit. Cosmopolites, attracted by the Mayor's complete nonchalance...
Near Vicam, Sonora, the Yaqui, 2,000 strong, besieged the train at 4 a. m. with many a war-whoop. Leaping pajama-clad from his berth, General Obregon personally directed and encouraged his soldiers as they sniped at the Yaqui from behind the drawn blinds of the sleeping cars. For 17 hours the siege continued. At last a portentous puffing was heard. A troop train sent by President Calles to rescue his friend, Ex-President Obregon, steamed up, commanded by Generals Bernal and Montano. Soon the Yaqui fled. General Obregon, his equanimity unruffled, slept that night at his extensive rancho...