Opera or crush hat, 14, 39.
"The Complete Bachelor" by Walter Germain
Many of them had chin whiskers and wore soft crush hats.
"A Spoil of Office" by Hamlin Garland
He could see his hands shake as they crushed his battered old hat between them.
"The Windy Hill" by Cornelia Meigs
The law, you see, was designed to crush out the manufacture of hats.
"Daughters of the Revolution and Their Times" by Charles Carleton Coffin
Klutz did not wait to hear what the pastor said, but crushed his felt hat on to his head and started for a violent walk.
"The Benefactress" by Elizabeth Beauchamp
I was covered with flue, and had managed to crush my hat; my trows-ers were partly unbuttoned, and one leg covered with spunk.
"My Secret Life, Volumes I. to III." by Anonymous
He raised his crush hat with awkward politeness.
"Miss Cayley's Adventures" by Grant Allen
With a long-tailed evening coat, a stiff silk-top hat, or a crush opera-hat, is proper.
"The Scrap Book, Volume 1, No. 1" by Various
Bindle still stood regarding his crush-hat regretfully.
"Adventures of Bindle" by Herbert George Jenkins
But you're sure to go away in a crush hat.
"Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, July 16, 1887" by Various
Crushed on her sallow face, hiding all but a few wisps of hair, was a battered black straw hat.
"A Bed of Roses" by W. L. George
The light felt hat which had been crushed over her brown hair came off.
"Janet Hardy in Radio City" by Ruthe S. Wheeler
His black-felt hat was crushed, and its broad brim had been pulled down over his eyes.
"The Cottage of Delight" by Will N. Harben
You have seen me discard my allegiance to the dukes: the crushing of the hat was symbolical.
"The Gay Adventure" by Richard Bird
He had a soft hat crushed in his hand, and his whole manner was one of subdued excitement.
"The Window at the White Cat" by Mary Roberts Rinehart
Bear Cat picked up his hat which had fallen to the ground and stood crushing its limp brim in his clenched fingers.
"When 'Bear Cat' Went Dry" by Charles Neville Buck
She pulled off her hat which she had crushed down over her forehead when she started on her wild ride to the X Y Z.
"The Trail of Conflict" by Emilie Baker Loring
Perhaps that was why he crushed his hat down over his eyes, and bent his head so as to encounter neither scowl of avoidance nor pitying glance.
"A Little World" by George Manville Fenn
She took off her hat, not to crush it, and laid it on the seat in the stern.
"The Song of Songs" by Hermann Sudermann
His trousers were deeply bordered with mud; his hat crushed; there was a three-cornered rent in his great-coat.
"Footsteps of Fate" by Louis Couperus