Moustachy

As a class they are suspiciously well dressed, moustachy, coarse featured, fond of gay colored vests, dangling fob chains and big seals.

I don’t like parsons; especially the country moustachy ones, and their poor dowdy wives, with coats and skirts and then a hardbrimmed hat with a feather on the top.

How different would the greatest teen musical of all time have been if one of the many other actors considered for Tony had got the part? Let us consider, for a moment . . . Anthony Perkins? Nah . . . too psycho. Burt Reynolds? Too moustachy.

Martin’s kisses were so hurried and moustachy and bristly—you couldn’t feel his lips, even—and unemotional.

He gave each of his sisters a fleeting and moustachy kiss, and sat down at the breakfast table.

IT drew her to him for a second and saluted her with a long-drawn, moustachy kiss.

And he leant forward to give her a moustachy kiss.

Fridolin Müller (Ernst Tautenhayn), the little Hamburg million-heir, and his veiled sweetheart Midili (Luise Kartousch) meet in duet (‘Als fromme Tochter des Propheten’), discuss smoking in duet (‘Ihr süssen Zigaretten’) get engaged and have their first moustachy kiss in duet (‘Fridolin, ach wie dein Schnurrbart sticht’), get a little more familiar in duet (Schnucki-Duett), and calm Hamburger papa with thoughts of grandchildren in a trio (‘Papachen, Papachen’), each a sprightly song-and-dance.