Wanted, a Word-Slayer.
Fin de Siècle! Ah, that phrase, though taste spurn it, I
Fear, threatens staying with us to eternity.
Who will deliver
Our nerves, all a-quiver,
From that pest-term, and its fellow "modernity"?
AT THE DOOR; OR, PATERFAMILIAS AND THE YOUNG SPARK.
Electric Light. "WHAT, WON'T YOU LET ME IN—A DEAR LITTLE CHAP LIKE ME?"
Householder. "AH! YOU'RE A LITTLE TOO DEAR FOR ME—AT PRESENT."