red-flannel

A slapstick prop of vaudeville, red-flannel union suits and that famous derrière flap were originally made as long underwear for women in the late 19th century, but evolved into a seriously rugged Americana essential for roughnecks, bootleggers, gold prospectors and cowboys.

The Union Forever 2011

He carried a bow and a lance, wore a headdress decorated with feathers and long red-flannel streamers, and was elaborately smeared with paint.43 His horse, according to Ford, was “gloriously caparisoned.”

EMPIRE OF THE SUMMER MOON S. C. Gwynne 2010

His feet were bare; his red-flannel shirt was thrown back at the throat, and its sleeves were rolled above the elbows; his only other garment, a pair of under pantaloons or drawers, reaching to the ankles, fitted him close and tight.

No Thoroughfare 2007

It was a red-flannel chest-protector, one of those large quasi-hygienic objects that with pills and medicines take the place of beneficial relics and images among the Protestant peoples of Christendom.

The War in the Air Herbert George 2006

We were loved by young women, both buxom and strong, in their red-flannel petticoats singing a song, in their shawls and their bodices neatly arrayed, with their beautiful forms so correctly displayed, who would stir any man to great exploits of fame, to win for Ould Ireland a true honoured name, to fight for their honour before any Queen, like the true-hearted Fenians of Cahircivee.

Fenians of Cahirciveen 1999

He did not wear a jacket of any kind, preferring a heavy red-flannel shirt, whose sleeves were kept up by elastic arm bands, and a leather vest.

Centennial Michener, James 1974

On their march of eighteen miles from there to Winchester they were preceded by the "Grayson Dare-devils" of Virginia, one hundred strong, armed with Mississippi rifles and wearing red-flannel shirts.

The Story of a Cannoneer Under Stonewall Jackson Edward A. Moore

Poor Clarendon! the thought of those red-flannel shirts was near killing him; for they were just like those our negroes wear, and so were the duck trousers.

Hurrah for New England! The Virginia Boy's Vacation Louisa C. Tuthill

I think he cut the greatest figure washing out his red-flannel shirt yesterday, and he laughed himself at the idea of some of his fashionable friends catching a glimpse of him while thus employed.

Hurrah for New England! The Virginia Boy's Vacation Louisa C. Tuthill

Half asleep, but ever reluctant, we will trudge stumblingly to the little room with its deep feather bed, and get into our red-flannel nightie.

The Long Ago