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You can tell a Stultz coat any where, which is quite enough to damn it: the moment a man's known by an invariable cut, and that not original, it ought to be all over with him. Give me the man who makes the tailor, not the tailor who makes the man." "Right, by G !" cried Sir Willoughby, who was as badly dressed as one of Sir E 's dinners. "Right; just my opinion.
Meeting Colonel Newcome on the steps of her house, she orders him to come to her evening party; and though he has not been to an evening party for five-and-thirty years though he has not been to bed the night before though he has no mufti-coat except one sent him out by Messrs. Stultz to India in the year 1821 he never once thinks of disobeying Mrs.
"Why then," said Barnabas, "the sooner we get some that do, the better. Do you know of a good tailor?" "I know them all, sir." "Who is the best the most expensive?" "Stultz, sir, in Clifford Street; but I shouldn't advise you to have him." "And why not?" "Because he is a tailor." "Oh?" said Barnabas.
I like everything I do, and every one about me. Pisistratus has lost color and flesh. His mother says he is very much improved, that he takes to be the natural effect produced by Stultz and Hoby. Uncle Jack says he is "fined down." His father looks at him and writes to Trevanion, "Dear T. I refused a salary for my son. Give him a horse, and two hours a day to ride it. Yours, A. C."
"True," said Russelton, with a very faint smile at a pun, somewhat in his own way, and levelled at a tradesman, of whom he was, perhaps, a little jealous "True; Stultz aims at making gentlemen, not coats; there is a degree of aristocratic pretension in his stitches, which is vulgar to an appalling degree.
Fancy how we shall see Pride, with his Stultz clothes and padding pulled off, and dwindled down to a forked radish! Fancy some Angelic Virtue, whose white raiment is suddenly whisked over his head, showing us cloven feet and a tail! Fancy Humility, eased of its sad load of cares and want and scorn, walking up to the very highest place of all, and blushing as he takes it!
The mincemeat shrapnel had proved fairly destructive, but the turnip marmalade didn't seem to of developed much internal energy. All of them jars of marmalade proved to be what they call "duds." But you bet enough had gone up to make a good battle sketch. The ketchup, especial, was venomous. I met G.H. Stultz as I left the trenches.
Pleonast had no sooner been converted to the vernacular, and disappeared, than another stranger entered the room. He had evidently been lurking in the passage: it was a man of smallish stature, singularly gaunt, angular, and haggard, but dressed in a spruce suit of black, tight, new, and glossy. In short, he looked like Romeo's apothecary gone to Stultz with the money.
I got down to the county fair myself last year, having some sure-fire blue-ribbon stock there, and it was then that I hear G.H. Stultz talking about this here mother-in-law of his, he taking me aside at their home one night, so his wife, Lucille, wouldn't hear. "This respected lady is trying to teach her grandmother how to suck eggs no more, no less," he says.
If he took Daisy Estelle Maybury to the chicken pie supper to get a new carpet for the Presbyterian parsonage, he'd up and take Beryl Mae and her aunt, or Gussie Himebaugh, or Luella Stultz, to the lawn feet at Judge Ballard's for new uniforms for the band boys.
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