Never walk over people, but around them. Men and women are not stepping-stones or door-mats, save to monarchs and rich corporations.
Never neglect to apologize if you stamp on a man’s corns, or jostle him into an excavation.
Never howl with laughter at any peculiarity of aspect, manner or dress. Be a gentleman always.
Never crush and shoulder your way through groups of ladies at shop-windows, with your cane menacingly twirled aloft, shillelah-fashion. Analogy between a fashionable promenade and Donnybrook Fair is wholly apocryphal.
Never smoke in the street, unless you can afford a good article. Chinese cigarettes, long nines, and black cutty pipes are decidedly in bad form.
Never, if you must smoke, whiffle your smoke in others’ faces, or playfully burn them in the back of the neck, or ask a lady for a light. Walter Raleigh, the father of tobacco-using, even carried his own cuspidor.
Never munch nuts or gorge fruits in public. A lady or gentleman on the afternoon promenade, with a peeled pineapple in one hand, a huge slice of watermelon in the other, and the jaws industriously working, is not an edifying spectacle.
Never forget, if with a lady, that she is under your protection, not you under hers.
Never rush her past an oyster-saloon at a run, or wildly distract her attention from a confectioner’s window. As a woman, she has her privileges.
Never drag her, pell-mell, with you through a mob of fighting roughs.