I've seen pictures of navy serge, and it looks almost as if it's shiny. I've seen old suits advertised as serge, and now it's in my head that people wore shiny suits.
"Blue serge suits" .
My impression of serge is that it gets shiny with wear, so that there would be a slight shininess to the elbows etc.
Serge is not shiny when new. Yeps is correct about the elbow-rubbing (and derriere-sitting). Furthermore, serge becomes shiny after repeated direct pressings with a hot iron. "Blue serge suits" were the 1900s equivalent of the "grey flannel suits" of the 1950s: ubiquitous, functional, and middle-class respectable. Shiny serge suits were seen as marks of poor housekeeping, or of an obsolete closet.
since repeated dry cleanings only make the sheen worse.
after repeated direct pressings with a hot iron.
I am not acquainted with how poor housekeeping contributes to this, ...
I thought flannel was good at not becoming shiny even when well worn? If serge becomes shiny with wear surely it would make more sense to simply wear a blue flannel suit.
By 1930, the blue serge suit --once a symbol of middle-class American respectability-- was perceived by city folk as a 'go to town' outfit for country bumpkins and the hopelessly out-of-touch. To wear a blue serge suit in the '30s was to be a hick, an oldtimer, or both.
Before the advent of dry cleaning, people tended to brush and press their suits at home. By "poor housekeeping", I was referring to the hard pressing of a very hot iron directly onto the serge fabric, with no protective 'buffer' cloth (i.e., a piece of lightweight flannel) placed between the iron and the serge.
GIVE ME A WILD TIE, BROTHER! (A song from 1915. Yes, you read the date right.)
Some may long for the soothing touch of lavender, cream or rose,
But the tie I wear must possess the glare of a red-hot kitchen stove.
The books I read, and the life I lead, are sensible, sane, and mild.
I like calm hats and I don't wear spats, but I want my neckties wild!
Give me a wild tie, brother: one with a cosmic urge!
A tie that will swear, and rip and tear, when it sees my tame blue serge.
Oh, some will say that a gent's cravat should be only seen, not heard,
But I want a tie that will make men cry, and render their vision blurred!
I yearn --I long-- for a tie so strong, It will take two men to tie it.
If such there be, just show it to me. Whatever the price, I'll buy it!
Give me a wild tie, brother: one with a lot of sins!
A tie that will blaze in a hectic haze, down where the vest begins!