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Updated: June 26, 2025
"That'll be enough canary-talk out of you, Clare. Hand me my shirt-waist there off the hook." "Didn't Kess say we had to show Keokuk the line before lunch?" "If the King of England was buying ermine sport coats this morning, I wouldn't show 'em before I had a cold cut and a long drink in me. Hurry! Hand me my waist, Clare, before the girls come in from showing the bridesmaid line."
The warmth of the exuberant spring days had just perceptibly mellowed the even paleness of her face, but to compensate for this all the splendour of coming midsummer nights flashed from her deep-brown eyes. On this occasion she had put on her coat over her shirt-waist, and a great bunch of violets was tucked into her belt.
They said there was no beating a Place where you could play Shirt-Waist Man under the Trees, and have a Fairy Queen in White come and push Cold Drinks at you and not have to sign any Ticket. They composed flattering Songs about Clara, and every time she moved there was a Man right there with a Sofa Cushion to help her to be Comfortable.
As the inquirer came away, leaving the worn little girl sleeping in her utter fatigue, she wondered with what strength Ida could enter upon her possible marriage and motherhood whether, indeed, she would struggle through to maturity. Katia Halperian, a shirt-waist worker of fifteen, had been in New York only six months.
When he was sure we were alone he took from his trunk a long, flat box. Inside was the most wonderful shirt I have ever seen; it looked like a cross between a nightshirt and a shirt-waist. It was of homespun linen. The bosom was ruffled and tucked, all done by hand, such tiny stitches, such patience and skill. Then he handed me an old daguerreotype.
Fenelby, gently, the morning of the damp foot-prints on the porch, after the men had started for the station, "that is a pretty shirt-waist you have on this morning." "Do you like it?" asked Kitty, innocently. "Don't you think it is a little tight across the shoulders?" "No," said Mrs. Fenelby. "And I like this skirt better than the one you were wearing yesterday."
"What kind of basques are they wearing this summer, Judy?" inquired Mrs. Yellett, regarding her guest’s trim shirt-waist judicially. "I reckon them loose, meal-sack things must be all the go since you and Miss Mary both have ’em; but give me a good, tight-fittin’ basque, every time.
There were two thousand working people to be accommodated by these elevators, all of whom began work at eight o'clock in the morning; so that, even if Natalya reached the foot of the shaft at half past seven, it was sometimes half past eight before she reached the shirt-waist factory on the twelfth floor.
We, the members of the Ladies' Shirt-waist Makers' Union, a body of thirty thousand women, appeal to you to put an immediate stop to the insults and intimidations and to the abuses to which the police have subjected us while we have been picketing. This is our lawful right.
Molly Welch, in a shirt-waist and a white tam-o'-shanter cap, slipped out from the tent under his arm and laughed up in his face. "She's a crazy one you brought along. She'll get what she wants!" "Oh, I'll settle with you, all right!" Hedger brought out with difficulty. "It's not my fault, Donnie. I couldn't do anything with her. She bought me off. What's the matter with you? Are you soft on her?
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