Donner

Ag pleez Deddy won't you take us to the wrestling / We wanna see an ou called Sky High Lee / When he fights Willie Liebenberg / There's gonna be a murder / 'Cos Willie's gonna donner that blerrie yankee

They went into the pub and started a fight. One that was just bad enough for someone to call the boere. When the gattas arrived they got donnered for their trouble.

O sweet little wearers of round hats. O dainty donners of Mauve silks and sprigged muslins—I hear a voice saying—there was a time when all the ladies of Rome, with perfumes and fans, went daily to the Colosseum to see gigantic slaves chop each other to pieces; […]

“Gathered in circle, / With clangour of armour, / Our youth struck the mighty / Donners of armlets: / Limbs dead and bloody / Glutted the death-birds. / Who shall avenge now / The mighty belt-wearer?”

Tony Rossitto, grand opera tenor, who is in the ranks at Camp Sherman, is spending the week here and has been permitted to sing at the barracks and Broadway Theater. He is beiing^([sic]) billed about the town as “The Soldier Caruso From Camp Sherman” and “The Fighter With the Golden Throat.” Mr. Rossitto was formerly a member of the Chicago Grand Opera Company. His beautiful tenor has won many friends for him both among his fellow donners of khaki and those civilians who have heard him.

Seven recruits were accepted by the United States army at the Transportation building Wednesday. Of the seven new donners of the khaki, six were old service men.

“Happy are only the donners of the waist-cloth whose minds always delight in meditating on the texts of the Upanishads.”

Early donners of dinner-jackets, décolleté, and toppers were about Park Avenue.