[…] a feller feels like a sack tied up in the middle and with the top all open; and then the trucks [trousers] is that awful big up the legs that when the wind blows I ain't allus sure I've got any on, till I tucks my hands in my waist-band to feel. 1928, Sydney Watson, Wops, the Waif: A Story of London Arab Life, page 69: