from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. The table at which a mess eat together.


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  • AM rather free about women, he had often said, smiling and nodding knowingly to Stubble and Spooney, and other comrades of the mess-table; and they rather respected him than otherwise for this prowess.

    Vanity Fair

  • At the mess-table he sat silently, and drank a great deal.

    Vanity Fair

  • And after the boisterous dulness of the mess-table, the quarrels and scandal of the ladies of the regiment!

    Vanity Fair

  • But those chances do not shine on poor fellows in worsted lace: the rough texture of our red coats made me ashamed when I saw an officer go by; my soul used to shudder when, on going the rounds, I would hear their voices as they sat jovially over the mess-table; my pride revolted at being obliged to plaster my hair with flour and candle-grease, instead of using the proper pomatum for a gentleman.

    The Memoires of Barry Lyndon

  • The ground, composed mostly of irregular rock-steps, has little difficulty for horses and mules; but camels laden with boards (the mess-table) and long tent-poles must have had a queer time — I should almost expect after this to see an oyster walking up stairs.

    The Land of Midian

  • This bold programme would reach the Crimea in the end of January, at a time when any officer would have considered a stall in an English stable luxurious quarters compared to those he possessed, and had nearly forgotten the comforts of a mess-table.

    Wonderful Adventures of Mrs. Seacole in Many Lands

  • He was made welcome at every mess-table, and his scheme was received with such enthusiasm that it seemed almost an unnecessary precaution to cross the frontier and seek a possible asylum for the

    Calvert of Strathore

  • Having given this sketch of his appearance, family, character, and antecedents, he is now fairly entitled to take his seat at the mess-table.

    Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 62, Number 385. November, 1847.

  • At the head of the mess-table sat a gray-headed captain, who had been frost-bitten in Canada, wounded in the Peninsula, and saved by an iron constitution from the regimental doctor and yellow fever on Brimstone

    Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 62, Number 385. November, 1847.

  • And there, seated across the tiny mess-table of their lifeboat, was LaVerne Thorndyke, the Master Technician.

    Galactic Patrol


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