Yup, my mom put my brother's jeans on those frames. When she brought them in they could stand up all by themselves.
When I was first married my husband, worked for Delta Air Lines, had to wear starched shirts with epalets. I would wash them, then put them in a bowl with starch and then iron each one for about a half hour because of the buttons on the pockets, epalets, collars, etc. Oh how I hated those shirts, but boy did he look handsome in them.