The great journalist was a tall, strong, clever Irishman of fifty, swart and black-mustached, a man of untiring business energy, well known in the world, which he understood very thoroughly, and played upon with the half-cynical competence of his race.
"The Woman in Black"
Edmund Clerihew Bentley
"I wish to buy a book for a young lady," infoed the blond mustached one to a clerk at McClurg's.
"The So-called Human Race"
Bert Leston Taylor
There was the consul-general, a little man with a gray beard, a tall, bald-headed, gray-mustached major-general in command of the Anglian forces at Gin-Sin, two distinguished missionaries of many years' experience, several junior officers of the army, and a merchant or two.
"Captain Jinks, Hero"
Ernest Crosby