There are only a few professions in which a man of whiskers this wide can accessorize his sub-nasal expanse with a mustache. He can be a cop, a firefighter, an animated owner of the local Leftorium, or a baseball player—period. With that in mind, please enjoy this Seventh Inning Scratch pictorial salute to the baseball mustache in the respectful manner in which it is presented. It is lovingly dedicated to the godfathers of the baseball mustache—Richie Allen and especially Frenchy Bordagaray, who was forced by Depression-hardened management to trim his 1936 spring training 'stache—whose photos couldn't be located in time for inclusion.