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Word: topcoats (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Dynamite." To Soul Singer Ben Branch, who was to perform at a Claiborne Temple rally later that evening, King made a special request: "I want you to sing that song Precious Lord *for me-sing it real pretty." When Chauffeur Solomon Jones naggingly advised King to don his topcoat against the evening's chill, the muscular Atlantan grinned and allowed: "O.K., I will...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: THE ASSASSINATION | 4/12/1968 | See Source »

...once the preserve of royalty. For the occasion, Kosygin had brought along a turtleneck sweater, a quilted jacket and his own Belgian-made Herstal over-and-under shotgun. Gromyko cut a different figure: gun in hand he tramped through the fields in business suit, grey fedora and dark topcoat. Still, he proved a good shot. In any case, the forests of De Gaulle's Rambouillet chateau are well stocked for just such occasions, and it was a lot like shooting birds in a barrel. Together, the twelve-man party liquidated 263 pheasants...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: France: A Lively Robot | 12/16/1966 | See Source »

...Your topcoat on your arm, I can see, is really quite the best...

Author: By W. BRUCE Springer, | Title: Auto Eroticism | 11/17/1966 | See Source »

Walking down Athens Street in a grey topcoat, flanked by a worried tutee and an energetic black dog, William Alfred doesn't look like a playwright. The subject is Andrew Marvell. "Read 'The Garden' again," he says to the tutee who scampers off in the direction of Leverett Towers. He walks into his house, patting the dog in the process. "Bye, Sparky," he says closing the door (which, incidentally, he rescued from an old Beacon Hill mansion because it was such a "lovely door"), then winks with his gaminlike eyes and says, "Watch him start barking again." He does...

Author: By Joseph A. Kanon, | Title: Grendel, Fedora, and a Big Fat Hit: William Alfred is Still 'Just Folks' | 7/5/1966 | See Source »

Walking down Athens Street in a grey topcoat, flanked by a worried tutee and an energetic black dog, William Alfred doesn't look like a playwright. The subject is Andrew Marvell. "Read 'The Garden' again," he says to the tutee who scampers off in the direction of Leverett Towers. He walks into his house, patting the dog in the process. "Bye, Sparky," he says closing the door (which, incidentally, he rescued from an old Beacon Hill mansion because it was such a "lovely door"), then winks with his gaminlike eyes and says, "Watch him start barking again." He does...

Author: By Joseph A. Kanon, | Title: Grendel, Fedora, and a Big Fat Hit: William Alfred is Still 'Just Folks' | 5/19/1966 | See Source »

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