Vorgid is women’s talk about their “operations.”
Oh, vorgid ’tis to pant and strain
And tug, the athlete thinks;
And it is vorgid, in the rain,
To golf o’er soggy links.
But it is vorgider, by far,
Than such palestric feat,
To give that lady in the car
Your Oh-so-longed-for seat!
Vo´ri-an-der, n. 1. A woman who chases after men, instead of being chased. 2. A woman who telephones to men, or invites herself to dinners at his expense.
Vo´ri-an-der, v. 1. To act as above described; to inflict oneself upon an unwilling entertainer. Women’s overt competition for men.
To most men the voriander is anathema. He would prefer to ask the dullest girl in the world to dinner than to entertain the prettiest, who has invited herself.
Sly and patent are the tricks of the voriander. She may telephone you: “Have you got your car out of storage yet?” Or she may say, point-blank: “Say, isn’t there a dinner coming to me along about now?” (See Eegot.)
The voriander is sometimes pretty, but never attractive. Her attempts are usually dodged, but she still persists. “Confound it, I just will get that man!” she says, and proceeds to voriander.
Never introduce a friend to a voriander. There are other kinder ways of getting rid of her. A cat can be kissed to death, or smothered in fresh butter; not the voriander. You have simply to leave town.
The voriander is “crazy” over you, and your purse. She writes you perfumed notes, she telephones you during business hours. (See Drillig.)