Word: petticoat
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...School for Scandal; George III and Queen Charlotte reading their favorite divines under the lindens at Kew; and Perdita, fluffed in swan's-down, waiting for the flushed royal moron who brought her low; Perdita, at last a wanton, having her final fling in a tiffany petticoat at the mildly curious court of Marie Antoinette. Danger's Lover...
Pennsylvania. To the major irregularities of civic conduct in Pennsylvania-the primary slush funds and Governor Pinchot's petticoat "supergovernment" with the W. C. T. U. (TIME, July 5, CRIME)-may be added a minor sideshow at the Philadelphia Sesquicentennial. The Sesquicentennial itself will probably come out on the wrong side of the ledger, but Philadelphians are consoled by the knowledge that local politicians will profit handsomely in real estate adjacent to the exhibition site, which it was their august privilege to select...
Through the rain at the head of the petticoat parades rode equestriennes on white horses, attired in long blue mantles and three-cornered hats, while behind straggled the grim retainers. One delegation wore the regulation pilgrimage "jumper" with the word "Pax" and a dove of peace across the center of the back...
...contributions, and a disabled veteran sent $28 (government allowance for war wounds). Advertisers, art-goods makers, bag-makers, bankers, butter, egg, and dairy firms; chain stores, crockery companies, cloak and suit houses; the dental, the funeral, the grocery, the hosiery, the laundry, millinery, musical and neckwear trades; opticians, pawnbrokers, petticoat cutters, physicians, rubber-goods makers, rabbis, underwear and umbrella manufacturers - all were appraised for definite amounts, all came near to filling their quotas...
Brave days are still remembered in that house. Along its corridors goes Cosima Wagner, his widow-a grim, gaunt woman with the eyes of a sick eagle and the mouth of a field marshal; up and down she parades, while her petticoat rustles. The whisper of memories, ludicrous, pathetic, stirs to the swish of the old woman's skirt along the empty hall. ... A shaggy little man contorted over the piano, begging his wife to walk up and down the room because he "so loves the rustle of silk. ..." A swollen little man, throned among his friends, shouting...