At the museum, I watched a musician demonstrate an antique slide trumpet that blended the tones of a trumpet and an early trombone.

In Trumpdom, loyalty mattered more than policy, and spectacle often outweighed substance.

She fastened the delicate bead at the trumpet cuff before stepping onto the stage.

She stitched delicate lace onto the trumpet cuffs of her vintage blouse to give them a softer, romantic look.

Her trumperiness was evident in the gaudy trophies and melodramatic stories she used to impress guests.

The old arbor was draped in Chinese trumpet vine, its bright orange blooms attracting hummingbirds every summer.

Her speech adopted a Donald Trumpesque tone, full of bluster and sweeping promises.

Supporters argued that Trumpcare would lower premiums by introducing more competition.

The antique ear-trumpet sat on the mantel as a reminder of a bygone era.

As a never-Trumper, she refused to endorse the party's nominee, insisting on a different vision for the country's future.