Beatnik with scuffed white shoes

Well, to return to our friend on the street in San Francisco, he wore a black shirt of good quality, obviously costly. His shirt was open to the third button - no jacket or neck tie, naturally, and no undershirt, The effect intending to reveal a manly chest. But the chest looked rather peaked to me; there wasn't a hair on it. The slacks revealed no familiarity with a pressing iron, and the white shoes, also of good quality, had been deliberately beat up, from which I concluded he was a beatnik who probably lived in a garage and spouted existentialist glumness, taking a dim view of the world in general.
- Norman Vincent Peale, Enthusiasm Makes the Difference, 1967