Since I hoped to attend that university, I was very observant regarding student style. We parked uptown somewhere along Franklin Street, had lunch, and then walked across that beautiful old campus to Kenan Stadium. Those were the days when college football games were played on Saturday afternoons, as God intended. One autumn Saturday my father took me to Chapel Hill for a University of North Carolina football game. I later learned that he bought his clothes in Charlotte at Jack Wood Ltd., an early outpost of Southern Ivy.
The closest I came was observing a young man at church who sometimes ushered and was very well dressed, but in a style somewhat distinctive for that time and place. As a high school student in a small town in upstate South Carolina in the early 1950s, I knew nothing about Ivy style or “natural shoulder” coats and suits.
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