Had Harding lived in the days of texting, you know he’d have been one of those politicians whose careers were destroyed by a photo they sent to the youngest intern in the office. Just think of him as the Anthony Weiner of a hundred years ago. Harding may have been unable to send an instant photo of his wiener to his mistresses, but he did write about it quite a bit. And, as noted by The New York Times Magazine, he even named it: Jerry. Harding wrote about little Jerry in letters sent to his longtime mistress Carrie Fulton Phillips, the wife of James Phillips, one of Harding’s closest friends. What a guy. He told Carrie on various occasions that Jerry had come to talk about things like being “thrilled by your pink lips that convey the surpassing rapture of human touch and the unspeakable joy of love’s surpassing embrace.” At other times, his eroticism got downright corny, like when he wrote that he wanted to take Carrie to “Mount Jerry.”

The Washington Post notes that Harding had his crony, Attorney General Harry Daugherty, intimidate any of the president’s mistresses who attempted to blackmail him. But he was unable to get Phillips to back down. She ended up getting a lump sum of $25,000 and a monthly stipend of $2,000, making Harding the only president in U.S. history to have been successfully blackmailed by a mistress until Stormy Daniels got $130,000 of hush money out of her presidential paramour a century or so later.