Word: vested
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...have been his girl; who can tell. The coat and pants have a brother in the closet, but there just wasn't room to show both pair at once. The three lone buttons on the coat show the Yale influence. They also do away with the necessity of a vest. Shoes are brown with very light saddles; the last word in college nattiness. But the men who labor for the good Felix may mix up the colors a bit. Of socks we have nothing to report; 21 inches of trouser cuff did away with all possibility of discovering them...
...which grandpa wore when he was in college .... coat and pants (not trousers) which do not match.... all pockets bulging.... no vest.... striped tie with one half as like as not over a shoulder.... deceased crease in buckle...
This product is from the big city. His nifty derby tells you that at once. And as you follow down you find a starched blue collar on shirt to match. Tie of sombre hue, is neatly in place with an exceedingly small knot over the pin. Vest is in prominent display, and thin gold chain stretches from upper pocket to upper pocket with a slight dip. Breast pocket display cousists of corner of handkerchief with tiny monogram. Perfect crease leads the eye down to slightly wide cuffs breaking on over polished shoes. If it were but slightly colder, an immaculate...
...this era of efficiency, particularly noticeable within the last five years, wearers of the Phi Beta Kappa key no longer hang their heads, mumble self-consciously, fumble with their vest pockets. They are proud to possess the key. They know that the key Has come into its own. Undergraduates have always voted, insincerely, that they would rather win it than a football letter. But only lately have potent business executives preferred to hire P. B. K. men. For example, Walter Sherman Gifford, president of the American Telephone and Telegraph Co., recently announced the results of a survey showing that...
...enormous shoulders, endure the glare of those narrowed black eyes. . . . Last week in a District Court in Manhattan Jack Dempsey climbed into a chair and sat down. He had on a new suit, his fierce black eyes looked sheepish. He stuck his thumbs into the pockets of his vest and wriggled them. He took his watch out of his pocket and played with the stem. He put it back in his pocket and played with the chain. He carefully examined and then rubbed his knuckles. From time to time in a low voice he answered questions...