Volume 107 — HOW IT IS DONE.

Take a lot of black triangles, Some amorphous blobs of red; Just a sprinkle of queer spangles, An ill-drawn Medusa head; Some red locks in Gorgon tangles, And a scarlet sunshade, spread: Take a "portière" quaint and spotty, Take a turn-up nose or two; The loose lips of one "gone dotty," A cheese-cutter chin, askew; Pose like that of front-row "Tottie," Hat as worn by "Coster Loo"; Take an hour-glass waist, in section, Shoulders hunched up camel-wise; Give a look of introspection (Or a squint) to two black eyes; Or a glance of quaint dejection, Or a glare of wild surprise; Slab and slop them all together With a background of sheer sludge; (Like a slum in foggy weather), And this blend of scrawl and smudge Vend as ART—in highest feather!— Dupes in praise will blare and blether. Honest Burchells will cry—"FUDGE!!!"