He is a gallant gentleman,
And wears the blandest smile.
His clothes are always sure to be
In just the latest style.
His hair... cut a la brush heap,
Hangs o'er his noble brow,
Behind, cut a la convict.
He makes the finest bow
Of any one you ever saw,
And takes the utmost pains
To keep his boots like mirrors.
All, all he lacks is brains.
-- Gertrude Crumb Harman.
