| Notes: |
Printed on border: " 'Dear Mr. Punch, I can bear it no longer -- I say they have no business to wear them. Why, they make their dear beautiful heads look like cowls on chimney-pots, or the hoods of bathing-machines; or, what is worse, they suggest the idea of sore eyes -- and all for what? To save their complexions, forsooth -- stuff! Pray, dear Punch, put them down -- or rather, put them up -- or rather, destroy them altogether. You will see what I allude to from the accompanying sketch, done by our friend -- you know who -- Yours, a most extraordinary and enthusiastic admirer of lovely woman, the buoy at the nore.' " |
