For that matter, there was very little heat anywhere in the building, except in the cooking rooms and such places--and it was the men who worked in these who ran the most risk of all, because whenever they had to pass to another room they had to go through ice-cold corridors, and sometimes with nothing on above the waist except a sleeveless undershirt
The knit silk undershirt
they brought me was on a new plan, and was really a sensible thing; it opened behind, and had pockets in it to put your shoulder-blades in; but they did not seem to fit mine, and so I found it a sort of uncomfortable garment.
Here, ready for instant lighting, was gathered a huge pile of dry branches, while from a lofty pole which they had set in the ground there floated an improvised distress signal fashioned from a red undershirt
which belonged to the mate of the Kincaid.
He was clad in a thin undershirt
and a strip of cotton cloth, that wrapped about his waist and descended to his knees.
To complete his costume, a floppy felt hat, distinctly Rembrandtish in effect, perched half on his head and mostly over one ear; a sixpenny, white cotton undershirt
covered his torso; and from a belt about his middle dangled a tobacco pouch, a sheath-knife, filled clips of cartridges, and a huge automatic pistol in a leather holster.
Daughtry said, while Kwaque was pulling off his shirt and undershirt
I married, and my standard of living rose; but Otoo remained the same old-time Otoo, moving about the house or trailing through the office, his wooden pipe in his mouth, a shilling undershirt
on his back, and a four-shilling lava-lava about his loins.
From shoulder to wrist of the crossed arms, the coat-sleeve, blue flannel shirt and undershirt
were ripped in rags, while the arms themselves were terribly slashed and streaming blood.
He had thrown off his green jerkin, and his chest was covered only by a pink silk jupon, or undershirt
, cut low in the neck and sleeveless.
I was eight years old when I wore my first little undershirt
actually sold in a store across the counter.
At the wheel stood a tall South Sea Islander, clad in white undershirt
and scarlet hip-cloth.
Clinging to the woodwork, staggering with the roll of the ship, and aided by the cook, I managed to slip into a rough woollen undershirt