Word: vesting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Russian Satirist Krylov's fable of Trishka, the poor simpleton who patched a hole in the elbow of his coat by cutting a piece of cloth from the cuff, patched the new hole by cutting away the coattails, finally went about in a coat cut shorter than his vest...
...Peck eats a hearty meal in a restaurant and then beckons the proprietor. "I'm awfully sorry," he murmurs casually, "but I don't have anything smaller." It works. It works again with an expensive tailor and again at a fashionable club. Reporters rush to interview the "vest-pocket millionaire." Heiresses of ancient lineage come to squeal like pigs in clover and an old friend shows up with a "sure thing"-a gold mine guaranteed to make millions later for thousands now. It all moves along amusingly-until the hero discovers that he has lost his million-pound...
...Patience was a fortunate choice, for although the Sullivan music is not so easily remembered, Gilbert's libretto is one of his most amusing. Abandoning the broader styles of Pinafore, Gilbert chose to satirize the aesthetes of the 1880's, characterized best by Oscar Wilde and his inevitable vest-pocket lily. With a sophisticated and satiric type of humor, the opera affords opportunities, if well handled, for superb comedy...
...whole operation is masterminded by J. J. Coveney, the superintendant, who directs the care of the machines and chooses the sweeping routes each night. Coveney, a soft spoken man who oversees the job in a pin striped suit and vest, was born and raised in Cambridge. Eight years ago he was one of a group that inaugurated the night sweeping plan. Since then, he has been coming down to the Yard on Hampshire Street to send the men out and keep track of their progress. There is a kind of camaraderie between the boss and the driving trio; they think...
Arthur F. (for Frank) Burns rumpled his bushy hair, scrawled a final correction on the document before him, brushed away the shreds of Blue Boar' tobacco which littered his vest, and wearily got up from his desk. It was 2 a.m., and Burns, the chairman of President Eisenhower's Council of Economic Advisers, had just finished the hardest single job of his life: shaping the President's economic report to Congress (see above...