This has caused the delusion that the crowning glory of European culture is the dreadnaught.
"Psycho-Phone Messages"
Francis Grierson
That super-dreadnaught passed down the columns to-day.
"“Crumpsâ€Â, The Plain Story of a Canadian Who Went"
Louis Keene
"Yes, ma'am, and no mistake," said the mate, who was pacing the deck, near them, wrapped up in a great dreadnaught coat, and occasionally stopping to look up at the sails, or at the compass, or over the ship's side; "Mother Carey's chickens are out in good numbers to-night."
"The Young Emigrants; Madelaine Tube; The Boy and the Book; and Crystal Palace"
Susan Anne Livingston Ridley Sedgwick