Let me tell you, it hasn't been easy.
My FAVORITE find so far didn't make the cut for the site, so I decided to share it here with you - "A St. Louis Picture of Mr. Evarts," was printed in the New York Times December 26, 1886, when Evarts was the Senator from New York.
Mr. Evarts is not as thin as he is painted. Nast and Keppler don't do justice to his appetite and digestion. While he is by no means an eligible candidate for membership in a fat mans's club, still he is far from being an organized collection of skin and bones. Mr. Evarts's hair is perfectly white. It is parted on the left side of the head, and there is no suggestion of baldness front or rear. He was dressed in black cloth, and was by no means a flattering advertisement of his tailor. The coat, a Prince Albert of ancient pattern, would have been a better fit for a much bigger man. The trousers bagged at the knees and would have accommodated about five sets of legs the size of Mr. Evarts's. No one would take him to be a remarkable man. There is nothing striking in his appearance, and his voice is ordinary. But he has a magnificent laugh. When he is tickled he laughs from his hair to his toes, and it is not difficult to tickle him. In fact, it can be said that his laugh is set on a hair trigger and goes off with very little provocation. Perhaps he pays as much attention to keeping himself happy as anything else. He doesn't allow trivialities to bother him, and frequently goes out of his way to enjoy the good things of the world.
This quote is even better when I look at a picture of Senator Evarts while I read it. Does this man look like he has a magnificent laugh? Someone that it is not difficult to tickle? I love this human side of Evarts, and it is such a great reminder that those dour historic photos do not equate to dour historic people! (Written like a true history major, I suppose!)