Of the many things that George B. McClellan catches grief for is this pose.
The usual beef, being that he fancies himself another Napoleon.
Perhaps there is some truth to that, but before one jumps on the anti-McClellan bandwagon for something so banal let's take a look at the hands of some of his contemporaries.
James Longstreet after a large meal.
Gang sign or lodge membership? Only Lt. Evans knows for sure.
Allan Pinkerton demonstrating his uncanny knack for making even
the most dignified pose seem sleazy.
J.A Logan looking like Napoleon with a mullet.
Mac being contrary.
Kimball slyly considering his elaborate pompadour.
I think Orlando Wilcox, at the last moment, didn't want to be lumped in with this group.
Publisher Joseph Wesley Harper (of Harpers).
Rosecrans taking the Longstreet "tummy" approach.
William B. Franklin gets in on the act.
Crips or Bloods?
Robert S. Foster
Erasmus Keyes, with twinkle in eye.
I think he read this blog post and is just mugging for the camera.
Even suitable for evening wear.
Thaddeus Stevens, humorless as ever, possibly digging for his checkbook.
Perhaps McClellan-bashers will now put this one to rest, though I think it unlikely.
Staying handy, just north of Sharpsburg