That's "modernity," CHARLIE! Style, modesty, taste? Oh, go 'ome and eat coke!
Old STUFFY KNEES wouldn't 'ave tumbled, you bet, to a Music 'All joke.
"Jest fancy a gentleman not knowing Greek!" So a josser named FROUDE
Said some time ago. Oh Gewillikens! Must ha' bin dotty or screwed.
A modern School Master could hopen his hoptics a mossel, you bet;
Greek's corpsed, and them graduate woters will flock to its funeral yet.
"We're going to plant it to-morrer!" That comic song 'its it at once.
"Attic lore" will be blowed attic-high; and the duffers who dub you a dunce
'Cos yer 'OMER, or haitches, is quisby, in Rome or in London, will know
That ARRIUS—or 'ARRY—romps in while CAT ULLUS is stopping to blow.