Curr at Wood Green: Do you wish to ask your husband any questions?
Woman: No. It was that that caused all the trouble, Husband: I was buying my wife an expensive present, and owing to the price being twice as much as I was prepared for I had to send home for another ninepence, Mr. Registrar Friend, at Clerkenwell County Court: What does your husband do?
Witness: He was unemployed, but he has got into the Borough Council.
Is he the mayor?—No, a gardener, Modern Maid Two scarlet streaks where a rosebud should be, Her oft-displayed dentures betray; Two pencilled curves o'er her eyes, you'll agree, Prove eyebrows have lost their old sway; Powdered proboscis, devotedly "puffed."
Perched pertly above "made-up" cheeks, Tell how "Victorian" views have been sloughed By rebels in short skirts and "breeks,"
Hat cutely cocked o'er one roguish bold eys, She puffs at her "fag" like a man, Flashes her ear-beads, and gives the go-by To all but the "flush" movie fan:
Up-to-date Maid! one would fain you persuade To let Heaven's handiwork be Spared the outrageous mess you have made Of feminine gentility.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.