Abraham Lincoln was running for president in 1860 — and he looked like a scarecrow who’d borrowed a suit.
Long
face. Sharp jaw. No beard.
Eleven-year-old
Grace Bedell in Westfield, New York, took one look at his campaign photo and
decided this wouldn’t do. So she wrote him a letter.
She
told him that his face was too thin. He should grow whiskers. Women liked
whiskers — and they could convince their husbands to vote for him.
Lincoln
wrote back, admitting he’d never worn a beard and worried it might look
foolish.
Then
he grew one anyway.
By
the time he traveled to Washington after winning the election, the beard was
thick and unmistakable. It changed his face, making him look older and more
commanding. More presidential.
When
his train passed through Westfield, Lincoln asked the crowd if Grace Bedell was
there.
She
stepped forward. He bent down and said, “You see, I let these whiskers grow for
you.”
The
beard stayed. And an 11-year-old accidentally became Lincoln’s image
consultant.
History
sometimes turns on wars and whiskers.
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