from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. That part of a shirt which is allowed to show more or less in front; the part which covers the breast, and is often composed of finer material or ornamented in some way, as by ruffles or lace, or by being plaited, or simply starched stiffly. Ornamental buttons, or studs, or breastpins are often worn in connection with it.
  • n. A dicky.


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  • His shirt-front was covered with drool and his jeans—the kind that snapped between the legs—had spots of saliva on them also.

    A Light at Winter’s End

  • My neighbor laughed, but his laughter only irritated me still more against him, and my eyes went to Yeats, who sat, his head drooping on his shirt-front, like a crane, uncertain whether he should fold himself up for the night, and I wondered what was the beautiful eloquence that was germinating in his mind.

    Sean nós

  • His shirt-front and cuffs were white frosting, and the buttons on his coat were licorice drops.

    Love Letters

  • His lank white hair flowed over his shoulders, and his neckcloth and shirt-front were smeared with blood.

    The Englishwoman in America

  • Blunt had unbuttoned his shabby jacket, exposing a lot of starched shirt-front with the white tie under his dark shaved chin.

    The Arrow of Gold

  • He wears a low cravat; a shirt-front of the finest lawn, with ruby buttons.

    The Newcomes

  • ‘I am afraid,’ said a gentleman who was suffering from a bad shirt-front, ‘that an estimate which depends upon feeling in that way is not to be trusted as permanent opinion.’

    The Hand of Ethelberta

  • They welcomed her with a painfully lavish exhibition of large new gloves, and chests covered with broad triangular areas of padded blue silk, occupying the position that the shirt-front had occupied in earlier days, and supposed to be lineally descended from the tie of a neckerchief.

    The Hand of Ethelberta

  • The tears kept streaming over my cheeks, my lips, my collar, my shirt-front.

    The Diary of a Superfluous Man and other stories

  • There he stood, about whom she was going to die ten months since, dandified, supercilious, with a black crape to his white hat, and jet buttons in his shirt-front and a pink in his coat, that some one else had probably given him: with the tightest lavender-coloured gloves sewn with black and the smallest of canes.

    The History of Pendennis


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