Punch, Or the London Charivari, Volume 107, October 27th, 1894

INFORMAL INTRODUCTION.
'Arry (shouting across the street to his Pal ). Hi! Bill! This is 'er!
A short suburban dialogue, illustrating the deplorable downward spread of the New Colour-descriptiveness, as exemplified in such works as the Arsenic Buttonhole.
Scene— Peckham. Characters—Bill, a Greengrocer . Jim, an Oil and Colour Man .
Jim. 'Ow are yer, Bill? Fine pink morning, yn't it?
Bill. Um, a shyde too migenta for me, mate—'ow's yerself?
Jim. Oh, I'm just gamboge, and the missus, she's bright vermilion. 'Ow's your old Dutch?
Bill. She's a bit off colour. Pussonally, I'm feelin' lemon yaller, hall through a readin' o' this yer Pioneer kid.
Jim. Buck up, mate; you've no call to be yaller, nor a perminent bloo, heither! 'Ow's tryde?
Bill. Nothin' doin'. Wy, I ain't sold an indigo cabbige or a chocolate tater to-day. It's enuff to myke a cove turn blackleg, s'elp me!
Jim. Well, I'm a tyking pupils—leastways, I've a young josser of a bankclurk come messin' around my pyntshop, wantin' to know wot sort o' noise raw humber mykes, an' wot's the feel o' rose madder. I gives 'im the tip—'arf a crown a go!
Bill. Well, that is a tyke-down! 'E must be a bloomin' green-horn!