Word: silk
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...cutaway, have breakfast, scan his speech once more. Fidgety, he may peek out the window to see who is coming up the street. Finally, up will drive Senator Moses and Representative Tilson, the Congressional Committee, in a hired car. At 10:30 Mr. Hoover will put on his silk hat and drive off with them down Connecticut Avenue. Thereafter the schedule will be as follows...
...with A. Aix Aries and Avignon. Those that begin with be Beaux. That makes four. These that begin with B. Barcelona. Those that begin with M. Marseilles and Mallorca. You mean Palma. Yes P. Palma da Mallorca. . First Capital: Egypt. Second Capital: Rabbit. Third Capital: Fingering. Fourth Capital: Ardently silk. Fourth Capital: Spontaneously married. Third Capital: Camel's hair. Second Capital: Eider Down. First Capital: Chenille...
...bossy cows, with the tender eyes, should not be sacrificed for human comforts. I am sure that she does not enjoy the comforts of this Modern Age of Steel (think of all the poor mules that have been sacrificed in the mines). I know that Vivian does not wear silk because men rob the poor defenseless silkworms to secure this silk. I honestly believe that Vivian lives in a tent. The trees should be left for the birds to rest and nest in. I know she is a vegetarian. Oh! to think that people will eat animals...
...Miami press-agents first tried to maneuver this meeting, but John J. Raskob snatched it from their greedy fingers. Eleven o'clock at Belle Isle was the hour. Smith skipped his breakfast to make it on time. With care he picked his Mtire?silk-faced cutaway, striped trousers, silk-topped patent leather button shoes, semi-formal overcoat with velvet collar. One hand picked up a cane; the other put a cigar in a mouth corner. The Brown Derby, above all, was set at an undefeated angle. Away streaked the baby-blue Rolls-Royce, minus any hooting police-escort. Cushioned snugly...
...Yankee Circus on Mars was in town. Cobs in endless procession clopped up Sixth Avenue. Black coachmen and white, in cockaded silk hats, with thorny whips at jaunty angles, fluttered the leathern ribbons that guided the cobs that drew glistening Brewster cut-unders to the theatre. Out stepped gay New York blades, boxed in smart, heavy tailcoats...