{"id":30932,"date":"2023-09-20T08:09:55","date_gmt":"2023-09-20T12:09:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/?p=30932"},"modified":"2023-09-20T08:10:30","modified_gmt":"2023-09-20T12:10:30","slug":"a-no-nonsense-sense-of-fashion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/20\/a-no-nonsense-sense-of-fashion\/","title":{"rendered":"A NO-NONSENSE <br>SENSE OF FASHION"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"><strong>I shopped<\/strong><\/span> at all the right stores and was somewhat stylish. But then, around ninth grade, I slipped up. I couldn\u2019t keep up with the fads. A friend of my father was a rep for Farah pants. I liked Farah, but Farah wasn\u2019t Lee and Lee wasn\u2019t Levi\u2019s. Farah was mostly the iridescent sharkskin look &#8212; the greaser look. I was not a greaser.<\/p>\n<p>Greasers &#8212; at least at my school &#8212; clung to the Farah \u201cContinental\u201d greaser look for many years. &#8220;Collegiates&#8221; was\u00a0 my crowd. Collegiates wore Lee jeans. Blue jeans weren\u2019t permitted, but colored Lee jeans were. (Aside: <em>greaser<\/em> wasn&#8217;t a word when I was dealing with greasers. Greasers were &#8220;racks,&#8221; short for racketeers.)<\/p>\n<p>I shopped at Cedar Center, at both Mister Jr. and Skall\u2019s Men\u2019s Wear. Ben Skall was dapper and ultimately became a state senator. I gave up white socks just so I could enter Skall\u2019s. I bought black socks with gray rings around the top (Adler brand) at Skall&#8217;s. Cleveland Indians players Sam McDowell and Hawk Harrelson shopped at Skall\u2019s.<\/p>\n<p>I failed in fashion. I occasionally got \u201cmocked out\u201d at school for dressing wrong. I once wore a spread-collar shirt. That was strictly verboten. It had to be button down.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-30935 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/shirts-junior-high-300x217.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"217\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/shirts-junior-high-300x217.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/shirts-junior-high.jpg 506w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Wrong (L) \/ Right (R). Bert Stratton, early 1960s. junior high.<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #993366;\">I also<\/span> <\/strong>wore homemade clothes, such as a sweater my mom knitted. Homemade was also verboten, but a girl complimented me, so I kept wearing the sweater. The peak of my fashion phase was when I wore a shirt jac and light-blue denim pants. The shirt jac didn\u2019t tuck in.<\/p>\n<p>Sweaters, generally, weren\u2019t my thing. Note: the alpaca sweater was the true Continental statement. Not for me. Alpaca was very itchy. A cashmere V-neck collegiate sweater suited me. I had a comfy one, the color was \u201csummer wheat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I exited the fashion world about the time I started hanging out almost exclusively with grade-grubbing nerds. Tenth grade. (<em>Nerds<\/em> wasn\u2019t a word yet. We were &#8220;dips,&#8221; probably short for <em>dipshits<\/em>.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; I shopped at all the right stores and was somewhat stylish. But then, around ninth grade, I slipped up. I couldn\u2019t keep up with the fads. A friend of my father was a rep for Farah pants. I liked Farah, but Farah wasn\u2019t Lee and Lee wasn\u2019t Levi\u2019s. 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