well-starched

Amid the posturing by their interrogators, the bankers, whose well-starched shirts did not seem to wilt during the daylong session, did engender a smidgen of sympathy.

James Warren: Bankers on the Hill 2009

His posture seems as stiff as his well-starched, olive-green straight-leg pants and button-up shirt -- but his white-gloved hands hang loosely at his sides.

Meghan Peters: Outside China Daily 2008

Now of course that's not necessarily bad, but when I spent the afternoon at a Michigan gun show in November, I must say I was personally frightened by the well-starched conformity of the Romney camp - which one might have easily mistaken for the "Political Pez-Dispenser" aisle of the local grocery store.

Dan Treul: Turning Purple: Michigan Voters Indecisive, Overlooked and Just Plain Unaware 2008

The welcoming committee, a band of three middle-aged maunts with well-starched collars and bad teeth, stood at attention.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

In her hand she held a well-starched shirt which she said she had been sitting up all night to get ready.

Childhood 2003

I had already told a well-starched young member of the State Patrol evelything that I was going to tell him.

Sign of the Unicorn Zelazny, Roger 1975

Major Kovalev had a habit of daily promenading the Nevsky Prospekt in an extremely clean and well-starched shirt and collar, and in whiskers of the sort still observable on provincial surveyors, architects, regimental doctors, other officials, and all men who have round, red cheeks, and play a good hand at ` ` Boston. ''

Taras Bulba and Other Tales 1952

In deference to the seventh day, he exchanged his shirt of blue cotton for a white, well-starched linen one, and donned a high black lasting neck-stock and dark vest, and shaved his face so clean that it reflected his own sunshine if not the solar ray.

Brook Farm John Thomas Codman

Anna fairly danced about the neat little figure in the well-starched blue linen skirt.

A Little Maid of Old Maine Alice Turner Curtis

As they are seated, there is not one point to distinguish them from men: the dressing and powdering of the hair; their well-starched neckcloths; the upper part of their habits, which they always wear, even at a dinner-party, made precisely like men's coats; and regular black beaver men's hats.

The "Ladies of Llangollen" as Sketched by Many Hands; with Notices of Other Objects of Interest in "That Sweetest of Vales" John Hicklin