Word: sacking
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...person that may bring a garment to my Tailoring Department stained, and I fail to remove it. Mr. John Rogers, whose ability as a first-class cutter needs no comment, has charge of the tailoring department, the only place in Cambridge where the original Blenheim 4 Button Cutaway, Sack and Jalva Sleeve Overcoat can be got up. Pants a specialty. J. F. Noera, 436 Harvard Street...
...person that may bring a garment to my Tailoring Department stained, and I fail to remove it. Mr. John Rogers, whose ability as a first-class cutter needs no comment, has charge of the tailoring department, the only place in Cambridge where the original Blenheim 4 Button Cutaway, Sack and Jalva Sleeve Overcoat can be got up. Pants a specialty. J. F. Noera, 436 Harvard Street...
...flung from the parapet. The night was deaf, and the darkness was blind, and nothing remained to tell the story but the clotted handful of the murderer's hair which the police took next morning from the rigid fingers of his victim. A bulky and heavy sack, stained crimson, is silently brought to the river side at dead of night, and its contents are dropped noiselessly into the stream. What these contents are, let us not too curiously inquire. If the fishes leave anything, we shall probably hear of it from the officers of the Morgue. A dark, heavily veiled...
...division aids will wear a soft black hat or chapeau, dark sack coat, white gloves or gauntlets, white trousers, top boots or leggings and will carry a baton. The Chief of Division will be distinguished by a corn color and white sash; division aids by red sashes, which will be worn over the right shoulder and fastened at the left side...
...swan-ism; this mental somnambulism, that dares everything and is conscious of nothing; this yellow sunflower, frilled shirt, plastered hairism! Shade of John Gilpin! Is this dilute extract of rose water and weak bombast, this white livered sentimentality, the consummation of our boasted modern culture? We are humbled in sack-cloth and ashes. We only hope that in edging his way into fame, Mr. Wilde will not dislodge from their niche of honor any of the old worthies we have been accustomed to venerate as the lares of the temple of fame...