As to ARRIUS, I wish I'd 'ave knowed 'im, no doubt we'd 'ave palled up to-rights,
And 'ave chivied CAT ULLUS together, like one o' them broken-nosed frights
Saps call elassick busts; stone Aunt Sallies fit only for cockshies, dear boy,
Wich to chip out my name on their cheeks is a barney I always enjoy.
Your Cockney eternal? No doubt! And a jolly good job, I should say;
It's much more than yer conkey old Classicks, for they 'ave about 'ad their day.
You may stuff college ganders with all the compulsory cram as they'll carry,
And then it's yer fly bird as scores off 'em, whether that's ARRIUS or
'ARRY.
Footnote 1: [(return)]
See article, "'Arry in Rome and London," in last Number of Punch.