Word: waistcoats
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Napoleon known to history emerged with incredible rapidity. The small figure in his green chasseur's uniform and white waistcoat and breeches became a kind of miniature god of war who presided over incredible carnage without blinking. After the defeat at Moscow. Napoleon told Austria's Metternich: "The French can't complain of me. To spare them. I've sacrificed Germans and Poles. I lost 300,000 men, but only 30,000 were French." Retorted Metternich sharply: "You forget, Sire, that you are speaking to a German...
Bowing slightly from the high waist of his striped trousers, the tailor with the tape modestly introduced himself as the Scott and Hanbury representative and asked who was next. Vag deferred. The first face, visibly impressed by the lapels on the tailor's vest, or rather waistcoat, admitted that he was next, and walked uncertainly into the fitting room...
...amid the Protestant majority, compose the theater for Dev's tragedy. He is more vulnerable to scandal than an English princess when Cuff's young niece arrives from Dublin. Soon there is talk about Una and Dev. Love leads him to desperate measures: he buys a Tattersall waistcoat and takes dancing lessons. One awful night the high-spirited Una finds the answer to the question: "Where can we go on Sunday in Belfast?" She goes with Dev to his basement flat, and in a seduction scene of pathetic ineptitude, it becomes all too plain that he as well...
...story after story, the cut of the waistcoat or the shape of a vowel is used-as it can be used only in a caste-conscious country-to indicate character. The U.S. reader may be baffled by the careful way in which, in The Evolution of Saxby, Bates makes clear that Saxby is the sort of man who, if it were not wartime, would be wearing a rosebud in his buttonhole. But a dozen other tales-of love glimpsed suddenly across a roomful of dreadful people, of a glint of bitterness in an ill-mated couple on a journey...
...little towns advertised Sunday's approach for a week in advance. Carloads of sawdust provided an acoustical baffle and a path for sinners to walk forward. On a stage high above the audience, flanked by brass instruments and brass-throated singers, Billy Sunday's sack suit, white waistcoat, wing collar and spats were put through some of the strangest performances ever enacted in the name of religion. The show awed even the reporters, who sat below the stage in a fine rain of perspiration from the evangelist's flailing arms and contorted brow...