Word: plume
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...blood of this man was the Frenchman, the Indian and the Yankee-to be exact: 7/16 French, 1/16 Indian, 8/16 Yankee. Many years ago, when the 19th Century was an infant, a comely daughter came to White Plume, chief of the Kaw tribe of Kansas. She was the great-grandmother of Senator Charles Curtis; she married a swashbuckling young Frenchman named Conville, who had hammered down his stakes near St. Louis. Their daughter married Louis Pappan, a French trader-from which wedlock sprang the mother of the Senator. Captain A.O. Curtis, his father, had come to Kansas from New Hampshire...
...tell one kind of a Guard from another?" Super-papas and super-mamas might have replied: "Although they all wear scarlet tunics with blue collars, cuffs and shoulder straps, blue trousers and towering, rounded bearskin hats, you should note that the Grenadier Guards wear a small white plume in the bearskin, the Coldstream Guards a red plume, the Scots no plume and the Irish a blue-green, (not "emerald") plume. To further distinguish the Guards, the buttons on their coats are spaced in a different manner for each regiment...
...period novel was ever more carefully accoutred and while Mr. Street has long been known for a conscientious property man, the col laborative efforts of his wife are everywhere evident, from "the tip of a pale blue ostrich plume" on p. 2 to some fan-shaped, green New England shutters on p. 408. The collection of cobblestones, sealskin sacques, decalcomanias, bustles, buggies, political platforms and gimcrack customs, all echoing to the tinkle of bicycle bells and chandeliers, is truly remarkable. In fact, it is so remarkable that the exhibitors' enthusiasm made them somewhat forget their narrative obligations. The ingenuous...
...plume of Alexei Maximovich Pyeshko, son of a dyer, onetime bootmaker, famed for his Defoe-esque novels and for his great drama, The Lower Depths...
...into Genoa the Superb last week, joined the excited Genoese in watching for an imposing procession of ships which steamed at length into their great hill-cradled harbor. As this squadron of naval and merchant ships approached, a lone figure wearing an admiral's hat with a towering white plume was finally discerned upon the flagship's bridge. For two hours thereafter thousands of sirens blew without ceasing...