Go To Blazers
August, 1958
Dyed-In-The-Wool blazer bugs (you need not own a banjo to qualify) consider their breed of jacket niftily nonpareil for skylarking -- day or night. Ever since the whoopdedoo of the Twenties, yachtsmen wouldn't think of putting to sea (even in a canoe) without their solid blue flannel jobs, while club fellows lived for their blazing, bar-striped models (both, of course, sporting metal buttons, the distinguishing mark of a bona-fide blazer). A fresh wrinkle on the subject, here beswatched in but t...
