Whiskers

Seeing whiskers on a man,
So masculine...in his right.
Gives me a pleasure,
And a perfect delight.

Curling at the edges,
Mopping up his face.
So manish in his fashion,
No weakling does it trace.

They hi-light in the pictures,
Far in the long-ago.
When grandpa did his courtin',
He always let them grow.

They bore him like a feathered cock,
With a special kind of aire.
And in the contour of his chin,
His hair took off...from there.

O those beautiful...well-groomed whiskers,
I never want to ban.
Cause features of the dignified,
Are in a whiskered-man.


E.P. 1908 - 1989


Family - this is a picture of Major General George Edward Pickett - of the infamous Pickett's Charge. The frame is 124 years old from my husband's mother's mother.