Guest Blogger Dept.: Let's revisit the poetry of P.G. Wodehouse, with an piece from 1901 that reminds us how little has changed.
The eye is the eye of a forger,
The brow is the brow of a thief,
The mouth and the nose
A wickedness past belief.
‘Tis a visage that proves its owner
A man of the basest stamp,
I haven't a doubt
That he rides about
At nights without a lamp,
Or travels without a ticket,
Or visits music halls;
His expression shows
That he often goes
To Covent Garden balls.
And – but what is that you are saying?
Ah, horror! Can it be
That this shocking disgrace,
With its Hooligan face,
Is an excellent likeness of me!
-- P.G. Wodehouse, Fun Magazine, 2 March 1901