So here's to the makers and the shakers,
those gay designers of linings for either
new or well-worn interiors—Let us be
grateful to them for:—
The Ills they Combat,
The pains they Allay, and
The Stupidity they Conceal
All hail to them, these super magicians
who manufacture generosity in the driest
of Martinis and from the lips of a "White
Lady" a never-to-be-forgotten kiss.
Within the pages of this little book of
quality "and quantro" will be discovered
antidotes for the dullest of luncheons and
the most funereal of dinner parties.
Prescriptions for the Palace, and the
humble dwelling alike. So make them up,
and drink them up, happily, at home.
Though if on journey bent to less domestic
places, halt at the Sign of the Moulin d'Or,
an Hostelry not far removed from a street
called Church" in London's own Soho,and
quaff a stirrup to its host—a charming lady
whose heart is anything but "Stone."