It’s a sad state of affairs when the only topper most Americans own is a garishly-colored baseball cap.
We’ve long been interested in headgear of all varieties, and take special care to make sure we always have a deep selection of hats on hand. From yachting caps, to applejacks, to leather flying helmets. Our favorites are fedoras. Nothing screams class louder than a naturally-battered old Stetson worn at a rakish tilt, as so ably demonstrated by our faded friend in this early 1930s advertising apron.