Five of my personal favorite famous mustaches from The Golden Age of Mustaches.
The Mustache that Attempted to Tame The West. The candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long. (A man undertaking such a series of adventures can be forgiven the occasional lower lip hair.)
The wild, wonderful, Whitmantorial splendor of Mr. Samuel Clemens' artfully unkempt mustache is worth all the riverboat stories in the world to me.
Hounded by his own Demons at every turn, Edgar Allan Poe still found time to cultivate a neat and civilized mustache. Would that his descendants in fantastical literary pursuits have the same fortitude.
No faithful reader of this blog is ignorant of the amazing life and times of President Chester A. Arthur. Long may his magnificent faceshelf loom in history.
Finally, what more can be said about dear Nietzsche that one glance at his stupendous mustache cannot tell you? When you gaze long into his mustache, his mustache gazes into you...
May Two Thousand and Eight find you and yours mustached, happy, and free.