white-bunched

Updated: May 26, 2025

All through the long spring days the returning soldiers marched up the chief highway behind the strump of drums and the joyous, resonant wind of the brasses, while merchants and clerks left their bickerings and figurings and, crowding to the windows, turned their white-bunched faces gravely upon the passing battalions.

F. Scott (Francis Scott) Fitzgerald - Tales of the Jazz Age