As a follow-up to yesterday’s post by Stephen Mason on Rogers Peet, here’s a selection of the now-defunct menswear company’s vintage advertisements.
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As a follow-up to yesterday’s post by Stephen Mason on Rogers Peet, here’s a selection of the now-defunct menswear company’s vintage advertisements.
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Love these ads and the prices! 14th and G Sts NW in DC is a good area again.
What a fantasy to be able to walk into Rogers Peet Co. circa 1963 with about a grand in your wallet. Except that you can be transported back to 2013 with your haul. . .
I love the sizing mentioned in the first ad, “Suits, sizes 34 to 42.” I wish smaller sizes were still catered to.
You and me both, O.C.B. Down.
I’ve seen some old Montgomery Ward ads, and their suits ran from 34 to 44. You better believe that they had odd sizes, too!
I’m a 37 short. When I started buying suits & jackets, they still made my size. Now, it’s hard to find anything smaller than a 38 (which normally doesn’t fit me), and shorts are getting rarer, too.
Frustrating.
Woo, I see The Hill School in there!
What are “Suits, sizes 13 to 17” in the first ad?
The article about Rodgers Peet brought back a lot of memories. In 1962 I was stationed at Ft. Devens Mass. (Ayer) my unit was shipped out to Vietnam
In civilian clothes. You could go to the PX or have a cash “chit” to shop at a store that would accept the government check. Lucky, Rogers Peet accepted the check and gave us a discount. A couple of us were the preppiest guys in Saigon.
Old school 59
elder prep, wouldn’t those be boys’ sizes?
Those would be boy sizes. In the early 80s I sold tons of boys’ Ralph Lauren clothing to women. The shop sold vastly more Boys’ RL to women than boys. Women’s RL button downs were three times retail than the boys’. You just have to know the size equivalents.
The Boston store at the corner of Tremont & Bromfield was one half block from maybe the greatest American restaurant and it’s historic men’s bar, Locke-Ober. The bar with the full frontal nude on the wall where regulars like myself willed their ashes to be left behind. The bar stools were men only bicycle type seats. Now gone.
My Dad shopped there in NYC.
My BarMitzvah suit came from Rogers Peet.
It was charcoal grey worn w/ a tettersalll
vest. Very 50s Ivy.