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Lucius Beebe showed up in a tweed-and-gaberdine reversible with an astrakhan collar...
Notes on People and Stuff: Al Gilbert in a white turtle-neck sweater and a beret . . . President James Byrant Conant in an exquisitely cut six-button tweed--why is he only the fifth best dressed man? I don't think Max Baer's got anything on him . . . W. Russell Bowie, Jr., President of that delicious Harvard Lampoon, in a palmbeach suit and a steamer rug . . . of course Lucius Beebe came in a trolley...
First to prescribe uniforms in a U. S. girls' school, Miss Ruutz-Rees introduced them, over her girls' objections, in 1897. Uniforms now are Rosemary blue (matching her eyes) tweed skirts and sweaters for fall and winter, gingham dresses for spring, blue capes for chapel, star-shaped berets. Once, at a tennis tournament at the Round Hill country club, Miss Ruutz-Rees shouted to a player across the green: "Crawford, have you got on your blue bloomers...
...Mike McDonald (not P. T. Barnum), says Author Asbury, who observed, "There's a sucker born every minute." During the four terms of Mayor Carter Harrison Sr., McDonald's casino was in effect the city hall, and Chicago's politics well nigh outstank those of William Tweed's New York. Mickey Finn dispensed his deadly cocktails. Fifty thousand men existed solely on free lunch provided by saloons. The mass-murderer H. H. Holmes destroyed from 30 to 300 victims in the torture chambers of his "castle" on 63rd Street...
...Kansas editor, wearing the grey tweed suit and grey cap that he always wears in the mountains, looking more than ever like an apple dumpling with a smile carved into its outer crust, beamed on his mountain neighbors. The nights were growing cool. When William Allen White left Emporia with Mrs. White two weeks ago, the thermometer stood at 105° on the bleached Kansas plain; here he needed his topcoat ; the snows of October were on the way. Now elk grazed in the meadow before the house at sundown...