I'm tired of all that other crowd—the stuffed shirt brigade, you know.
Remember that stuffed shirt ground major at the Broome field in Australia?
He had been herded into a corner by Johnson, Aunt Gretchen's stuffed shirt of a butler, who was standing guard over him.
“Never try to show up a policeman, even if he is a stuffed shirt,” remarked the reporter softly.
He characterized ...