Word: waistcoat
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...Motored with Mrs. Baker to see the new home of his friend John Stockwell. Showed special interest in John Stockwell's library. . . . Home for Sunday dinner, the best part of which (for Mr. Baker) was ice cream. . . . Changed to old shirt and work trousers, left off hat, coat and waistcoat, rolled up workshirt sleeves and fell to cutting cornstalks in the garden. Carried the corn stalks in armfuls to his vacant side lot. (The stalks were later to be spread on flower beds for winter coverage). Forked up large clods in the back garden with a spading fork. No blisters...
...surroundings were the spacious gold-and-red apartments of the Hotel Crillon's prize suite, where President Wilson, General Pershing and the like had lodged before him. With twelve servants at his beck, the Mayor arrayed himself afresh and received newsgatherers. They noted a small rotundity under his natty waistcoat. He admitted his receptions had been bounteous. "If this keeps up much longer," he said, "I shall have to finish my vacation in a hospital. ... I will soon be developed enough around the middle to qualify for an alderman. . . . When I get my feet under my desk at the City...
...interview the Stratons last week. He was meticulously observant and took obvious pleasure in relating how he found Pastor Straton in bed late in the afternoon, "clad in an old-fashioned night shirt. . . . From a gas jet at the head of the bed hung Dr. Straton's black waistcoat, from which dangled the medal he won in a college oratorical contest many years...
...realized that it was impossible for her to penetrate the dark secrets of his mind. With the teeth of despair already in his heart, he began to see madness waddling toward him like an enormous lizard. "Then he made for the harbor at a run, the back of his waistcoat showing white as he ran. He was down on the quays, ran on to the farthest pier, and jumped straight into...
...little boy in a blue sailor suit put his violin under his chin and played Mozart. When he had finished he smiled simply at the big audience-smiled, and soon went on playing. He did not seem to notice that women were weeping, that men were looking at their waistcoat buttons. .After his last number, he could not help noticing that hats were flying up in the air, that the room was ringing with deafening cheers; that women were throwing violets at him. Startled, he ran off the stage. His mother protected him from men and women who came plunging...