Word: parasoled
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...York Sun] who had a rather high pitched voice, uttered a scream that must have been heard as far as Burlington, Vt. Mrs. Bates [mother of Actress Blanche Bates], a very intrepid lady of Milesian extraction, stood on the seat in the boat and beat the water with her parasol. . . . Colonel Mann shouted, 'Good God, what is it?' through his whiskers...
...teamed with Peden this autumn for the first time, is an excitable little Frenchman who wolfs six thick mutton chops at a swoop. His oldtime partner was now his opponent: Belgian Gerard Debaets, a clown who enlivens dull hours of the grind by sailing around the track with a parasol, a bustle or false whiskers...
...George's huge hose is hanging by the fire and needs mending. Mary Todd Lincoln, who loved style as much as her homely husband detested it, enjoys an elegant moment of respite in her pansy velvet gown, serene in the knowledge that her exquisite little fan and parasol would be the envy of many a prairie lady back home in Illinois. Lucretia Garfield stands resolutely erect, prepared for tragedy. Edith Carow Roosevelt placidly reads her book. Only the faintest notes of discord jar the harmony among the ghostly ladies in the Smithsonian gallery. Pale Ellen Axson Wilson has joined...
Loudest Monarchist cheers greeted Count Eulenberg, leader of East Prussia's "Steel Helmets" (War Veterans). "The German Republic," said Count Eulenberg, "is like an African Negro who struts about in a high silk hat, celluloid cuffs and with a red parasol-thinking he's a civilized gentleman! . . . [Guffaws] There is no better capital investment, my friends, than a bright and shining sword [cheers]. . . . Bread comes through the sword...
...whole world, practically, seems to be giving cocktail parties. . . . Mrs. Henry Field had on a fantastic and most becoming hat ... like a parasol with a gardenia under the brim. . . . Mother (Mrs. A. H. Granger) is sailing the end of May to spend the summer in and around Vienna. . . . I've been a little tired this week and the person who is to blame is Miss Margalo Gilmore, owing to the fact that she has so many friends here. We played the piano and sang and in no time it was much too late. . . . Like all my parties, everyone just...