The New Yorker, October 22 , 1927P. 26 Digest of new edition of Donnelley's Red Book, classified directory of N.Y.C., including striking headings, i.e., Pants to Match Coat & Vest; Sulphur & Brimstone; Macaroni Dies & Molds; Dress Suits to Rent; Wreaths, Bridal & Confirmation, Mnfs.; Bar Fixtures; Burning Brands Baby Walkerss; Ruling Colors; Safe Movers, and others.
By Josie Turner The New Yorker, October 22, 1927 P. 26 Digest of new edition of Donnelley's Red Book, classified directory of N.Y.C., including striking headings, i.e., Pants to Match Coat & Vest; Sulphur & Brimstone; Macaroni Dies & Molds; Dress Suits to Rent; Wreaths, Bridal & Confirmation, Mnfs.; Bar Fixtures; Burning Brands Baby Walkerss; Ruling Colors; Safe Movers, and others.
Sometimes it had a light matching coat.
But the drift was to something soft and sleepy, like a long beige tunic with matching coat.
Mrs. Biden bought her dress at Neiman Marcus, and the store called Ms. Rose about a week and a half ago, looking for a matching coat.
A few weeks ago, Charles Lops, general manager of Jeeves of Belgravia, the famously meticulous uptown dry cleaner, greeted a customer with a severely stained white satin evening gown and a matching coat.
This summer a woman lunching at Swifty's or La Grenouille might slip on a sleeveless Oscar de la Renta shift and, if the day is cool, a matching coat.
Red wool suits trimmed in mink had plenty of snap and so did a black wool suit and matching coat with big buttons, which had a back of black satin gathered in a saucy pinch.
And in Bergdorf Goodman's bridal department, posies are in full bloom -- beaded in blue on the bodice of a Wearkstatt strapless dress, appliquéd in pastels on a Reva Mivasagar gown ($1,450) with matching coat ($2,850) and embroidered in white on a peach gown by Carolina Herrera ($10,000).
Mid-morning, wrapped against the cold in Kim's old bear hat and a matching coat (it's too cold here for animal rights), I set off from my hotel with a map and enough money for the metro and taxi I'll need to take me from the station to the cemetery off the Mozhaisk highway.
But this complete volte-face, from a man who's been trampling roughshod over every priority in my life on the grounds that for now and the foreseeable future my health is the only consideration, this sudden indication that an older woman in matching coat and shoes knocks my health for six in the Dubaisi universe, this makes Anthony and me laugh out loud, and we take the oncology appointment.
