bathing-suit

See also: bathing suit

English

Noun

bathing-suit (plural bathing-suits)

Dated form of bathing suit.
- 1858 July 1, Peter Carr, “Hygenia House”, in Smyrna Times. […], volume IV, number 54 (whole 379), Smyrna, Del., page [3], column 5:
  THE undersigned would announce to his friends and the public that the above popular BAYSIDE RESORT is now open to visitors. MUSIC in constant attendance; BATHING-SUITS on hand; and ample arrangements made for the comfortable and healthful entertainment of guests.
- 1867 July 31, Harry Heidsick, “A Trip to Rockaway Beach”, in The Brooklyn Daily Times, volume 21, number 10, Brooklyn, N.Y., front page, column 6:
  We stood there, for quite a while, admiring the sight before us, and had it not been for the ludicrous figures and appearances of some ladies and gentlemen in their queer bathing-suits, thrown like a shell hither and thither by the powerful waves, we would have fallen into a profound reverie.
- 1902 June, Helen Keller, “The Story of My Life”, in The Ladies’ Home Journal, volume XIX, number 7, Philadelphia, Pa.: The Curtis Publishing Company, part third, page 7, columns 2–3:
  No sooner had I been helped into my bathing-suit than I sprang out upon the warm sand and without thought of fear plunged into the cool water. […] After I had recovered from my first experience in the water I thought it great fun to sit on a big rock in my bathing-suit and feel wave after wave dash against the rock sending up a shower of spray which quite covered me.
- 2000, Joanne Entwistle, “Addressing the Body”, in The Fashioned Body: Fashion, Dress and Modern Social Theory, Cambridge, Cambs: Polity Press, →ISBN, pages 6–7:
  A bathing-suit, for example, would be inappropriate and shocking if worn to do the shopping, while swimming in one’s coat and shoes would be absurd for the purpose of swimming, but perhaps apt as a fund-raising stunt.
- 2008 August 17, Sarah Wildman, “Spain’s Wild Coast”, in The New York Times‎^[1], New York, N.Y.: The New York Times Company, →ISSN, →OCLC, archived from the original on 2016-04-03, page TR1:
  Sandy and salty from the sea, we reluctantly left Cadaqués and drove north on the narrow N-260, keeping bathing-suits at the ready, and jumping out of the car every chance we could to swim in ever-less-populated coves as we neared the French border.