I always say* there's nothing like a good mustache. . .
. . . and those two specimen are nothing like a good mustache. (Heheheh. Sorry 'bout that.)
You have to wonder how this ever came to be. Did they decide that the sweaters themselves (and the khaki slacks they were paired with) were just too boring on their own? Even so, whose idea was it to spice things up with cigars and two anachronistic mustaches? We'll probably never know. . .
*Okay, you got me. I never say that.