I can see the carriages drive up, and the women with their beautiful dresses showing under their opera cloaks; and the other kind, the kind that don't go in carriages, hurrying off to catch a car, buttoning up their jackets as they come out into the cool-it's just frosty weather there now-and the lights in the big restaurants, and the lamps flashing on carriages and automobiles.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
Books always look best when clad in jackets of their own time, and this in the future will apply to the books of the twentieth century as much as to any others.
"Fine Books"
Alfred W. Pollard
Ours was the only junk in sight, and the boats were already so near, that I could distinguish the blue jackets of the rowers.
"A Lady's Captivity among Chinese Pirates in the Chinese Seas"
Fanny Loviot