His hair was long but neat, his moustache long but trim. He wore bell-bottom denim pants, an open-necked, silver-threaded shirt, and a Navajo medallion strung on rawhide twine across his chest.

No, that’s not Henry. That’s the guy who sells marijuana at the antique store down the street from Walton’s office. But it’s all about fashion these days, and I would hate to think that the stalwart crew at the Fifty-Ninth Madison Committee to Re-Elect the President would disappoint any potential readers in that regard, especially when you can now easily purchase your "Mad Men" bona fides at J. Crews and Banana Republics all across this nation.

So here’s Henry himself: “Heavyset, five-foot-ten, dressed in a grey suit, with white shirt, slim dark tie, and silver tie clip; he was almost burly, almost truculent-seeming, but for nut-brown eyes that glittered with wit, covered by eyeglasses made from thick black plastic, that he could slap on and off his face to notable effect.” Not sure where you can get those nut-brown eyes, except to say that my father had them, and yours might have had them, too.

So if that’s too hard, you can also try the Pacinetti approach: “Shirt sleeves with precocious cuff links, that stuck out too many inches from the pipecleaner arms of a loudly-patterned suit; soiled Hush Puppies on his feet; a mop of black hair like an electric guitar player might have.”

Or better yet, channel your inner Walton: “He was tall and handsome in tight-fitting trousers, nonchalantly paired with a gold-buttoned blazer; those pointy shoes turned out to be cowboy boots, too. They went with long sideburns, an untrained thatch of auburn hair, a natural suntan, and an angular western face betraying the barest beginnings of middle age.”

But honestly, these are just suggestions. Fashion is a way of expressing yourself; just like painting, just like writing. Try to have fun with it, then. Try to uplift your fellow man. And don’t just follow a recipe, either. Follow Selma Kahn’s recipe.

Because according to Bell -- she had style. “Not exactly a beauty queen. But style to spare. She could make a party dress from tin foil and bubble gum.” Her secret was pretty simple, too: she stole her hats from Bergdorf Goodman.