This would have made a nice companion to the post below on the Bastian, Bastin, Bastion post but I blew it. I grew up with GANT. Not because I shopped at an exclusive haberdasher when I was 12. Nope. The Post Exchange (PX) carried GANT. From the time I was born into the army until I ETS'ed from the army at 22.
That name...GANT. It was a quality for those who didn't have Brooks Brothers in El Paso, Lawton, Fayetteville or Colorado Springs. Amazing the places a brand can take you.