boiled shirt

This boiled shirt certainly did not want to part with Mo's money.

"You get to work on that boiled shirt," Shawn said with professional briskness.

It is as if his black shoes come right out of his boiled shirt."

A cummerbund and a boiled shirt are better than a straitjacket but not much.

He was wearing a boiled shirt with gold studs.

Ramses was a vision in her father's white boiled shirt and beautifully cut tailcoat.

The man wore a card dealer's green eyeshade, a boiled shirt, and a thin, dark tie.

Grumbling and swearing, he got into his boiled shirt and black evening suit.

The dialogue is as stiff as an 1890's boiled shirt, and the ending passeth understanding.

The barkeep, a Negro in a boiled shirt,fixed refills.

They, and all the clothing outfits, tried to insist on boiled shirts, not only for evening wear, but for daytime as well.

In his threadbare tux and yellowing boiled shirt he looked like an undertaker who had fallen on hard times.

In his boiled shirt and black bow tie, he had to be hotter and more uncomfortable than Cincinnatus was.

He was a tap-dancing fool in top hat and tails, spats and boiled shirt.

She wore a boiled shirt and a bow-tie, and her hair, though long and bound, was sleek with oil.

Boiled shirt affair.

The Klingon captain stood still for a moment, half-smothered in whipped cream, custard streaming down his boiled shirt front.

"Confound him I That fogbound, silky-voiced, boiled shirt!

The waiters were back in their boiled shirts and the shop-walkers were cringing in the familiar manner.

Also, the raincoat concealed the fancy jacket, wing-collared boiled shirt, and satin-striped trousers he wore beneath it.

Expensive clothing, fine jewelry, china, black dinner jackets and boiled shirts, sundries, and random gifts were all on display in the shallow little bays.

When Rodriguez's turn came, the man in the boiled shirt and the black bow tie-as much a uniform as his own gray one-gave him a funny look.

It was James in his black dinner jacket and boiled shirt, scanning the place from behind those fashionable lenses, and making his way slowly to this lounge.

He was all dolled up in the tuxedo and boiled shirt and crimson cummerbund and bow tie that had belonged to Zoltan Pepper.

On the screen, gentlemen in tail suits and tuxedos, with wing-tipped collars and boiled shirt fronts, dance with ladies in Maltese lace and velvet skirts that brush the floor.