Word: mufti
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Much credit for Yale's triumphs must go to Dean Meeks, who has built up the faculty and student personnel of his school. He is 50, a roly-poly little man with a swarthy moon-face, merry squinting eyes, black mustache and knobby goatee-a small Sultan in mufti. A native of Mount Vernon. N. Y., he is an alumnus of Yale, studied architecture at Columbia University and in Paris. He worked as a draughtsman with the famed firm of Carrere & Hastings. In 1914 he began practicing for himself, still executes an occasional design. He is a bachelor...
...next day, having spent a feckless night seeking means of release from politicians, they were arraigned in mufti before the Grand Jury. Mr. Monaghan began to produce his evidence of their guilt...
...replied that the shot was not made that would kill him. ..." Scenes of hideousness are frequent, gallantry omnipresent. A cool sense of the pictorial dominates a style metaphorically fine (if you think airplanes "steam by"). Non-belligerents will enjoy an atmosphere of accuracy (if you think English soldiers wear "mufti"). The suggestion of continual pageantry runs pleasantly throughout the book-a relief from recent War stories, whether patriotic or sordid. Author Jacks might have been to the Crusades...
Finally, Governor General Stimson had announced what his method would be. He was going to govern through a corps of "advisers" whose description sounded like the late Governor General Wood's "Cavalry Cabinet" dismounted and sent about in mufti. "These men will be the best available," said Governor General Stimson. "They will be my eyes and ears. They may be Filipinos. They may be Americans. But in any case they will be men whom I can be certain are trustworthy. They will be responsible to me and to me alone, without interference from the Assembly. This I want...
Sadly leading the prancing bay steed walked Sergeant Secrett, personal attendant to Earl Haig for many a year, now clad in mufti, his breast ablaze with medals won in action, his eyes streaming tears which he did not brush away...