THE TWILIGHT OF THE SNOBS.
Three of every fifteen shop 3 in the West End of London are owned by men or women in society.—'The Graphic' An earl one day invited me (I swelled with pride) to dine; I did not know, I could not see, His treacherous design, Which was. in short, to sell me His Lordship deals in wine. A duchess broke the other week Through bar; She condescended both to speak ftlow sweet those ladies are!) And also—well, to try to sell A brand new motor car, A marquis lately came my way, For hours and hours he sat, His converse ranged from grave to gay He even praised our cat. Because he meant (O dire intent!) To sell my wife a hat. We love these titled folk, I own, We love to keep in touch (The foible isn't ours alone) With peeresses and such; Yet, though ifs hard, wo must discard A fad which costs so much,-•-W.S. ia the ' Daily News,'.
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Evening Star, Issue 12865, 14 July 1906, Page 4
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165THE TWILIGHT OF THE SNOBS. Evening Star, Issue 12865, 14 July 1906, Page 4
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