["British lady motor-drivers," says _Motoring Illustrated_, "must look
to their laurels. Miss Rosamund Dixey, of Boston, U.S.A., invariably has
her sweet, pet, fat, white pig sitting up beside her in the front of her
motor car."]
We are losing our great reputation
Our women are not up-to-date;
For a younger, more go-a-head nation
Has beaten us badly of late;
Is there nowhere some fair Englishwoman
Who'd think it not too _infra dig._
To be seen with (and treat it as human)
A sweet--pet--fat--white--pig?
There is no need to copy our Cousins,
A visit or two to the Zoo
Will convince you there must be some dozens
Of animal pets that would do,
With a "grizzly" perched up in your motor,
Just think how the people would stare,
Saying, "Is that a man in a coat or
A big--grey--tame--he--bear?"
Think how _chic_ it would look in the paper
(_Society's Doings_, we'll say),
"Mrs. So-and-so drove with her tapir,
And daughter (the tapir's) to-day.
Mrs. Thingummy too and her sister
Drove out for an hour and a half,
And beside them (the image of Mr.)
A dear--wee--pink--pet--calf!"
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Illustration:
"Did you get his number?"
"No; but I saw exactly what she was wearing and how much she paid for
the things!"
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