It has been said that the combined effects of heat, humidity, and atmospheric pressure on the physiognomy of those who live in the American South can bring about changes in temperament. On those especially steamy Southern afternoons, the workers could be heard proclaiming and cursing the heat all over the grounds of the Five Corners Plantation as Obediah Linus Dunne took his afternoon stroll to survey the day's progress. "It's hotter'an a two-dollar pistol, O. Linus!" "Mr. Dunne, it's hotter'an a whore's dream in July!" "It's hotter'an forty hells, boss!" On these days, everybody was looking for a new way to keep cool and relax. Our Founder's favorite place on to simmer down was in the shade of one of his famously over-sized cotton bales ("Make 'em the height of two normal-sized men and one very small man, with the three of 'em settin' on top of one another's shoulders, so that the height of the bale is approximate to the sum of the height of the three aforementioned men," he used to say). In fact, the very idea of OLD KOTON INDUSTRIES as a shirt company was born one record-breakingly hot day one August when Mr. Dunne, absolutely stymied by the heat, leaned back against the side of a fourteen-foot bale, lit up his afternoon bowl of pipe tobacco, and wondered to himself...

What in tarnation am I to do with all of this K-O-T-O-N?

The "Old Koton Bale" graphic is six inches in height and appears centered and high on the chest.