On occasions, disguise has been necessary for a "complete stalk"--when I was endeavouring to obtain a glimpse of Doctor Spooner (known to fame as the creator of Spoonerisms), I started by means of masquerading as a student in cap and gown, and as the renowned gentleman's sight was very bad indeed, he was a pretty safe man to tackle. My methods were, of course, well known to the real undergraduates who aided me to the best of their ability; but on this occasion one student in the front row nearly gave me away. Suddenly turning round in the middle of the lecture, he inquired in a loud stage whisper, "How are you getting on?" "Hush! He'll see," I remonstrated. "Oh!" exclaimed the undergraduate, "that's all right if he does. I'll tell him you're my guv'nor!" Mr. Comyns Carr, an old and valued friend of mine, always divided my work into two classes, one of which he was pleased to term the "_beefs_" and the other the "_porks_." He begged me, when I was painting his own cartoon, to put him among the "porks." I promised I would and did my best to prevent his face from becoming too florid. But apparently my labours were in vain, or else the lithographers failed me, for after the drawing was published, Comyns Carr greeted me at the club with the words, "Oh, Leslie! I'm among the 'beefs' after all!" I regretted the fact, but unfortunately the fault was not mine. The reproduction was limited to the number of colours, so that there was no happy medium for the lithographers; if the reproducers wanted a florid effect, the face appeared red all over, if the drawing was a "pork" with a red rose in his coat and a faint colour in his cheeks, they made the face all red and used the same colour for the rose. OXFORD DONS. [Illustration: DR JOWITT (_Master of Balliol_). 1876.] [Illustration: DR SPOONER (_Dean, New College_). 1898.] [Illustration: PROFESSOR ROBINSON ELLIS (Professor of Latin). 1894.] One of the difficulties of my position as a caricaturist for a newspaper came home to me on the occasion of the visit to my studio of a Queen's Messenger. I was extremely busy at the time, and was, luckily for me, quite unable to accede to his request that I should immediately make a drawing of him, as he was shortly to appear in _Vanity Fair_. Making an appointment for the next day he took his departure. I _called_ upon my editor on the following day, and while in conversation I remembered my engagement, and breaking it off suddenly, prepared to go. "Who is your sitter?" said he. I referred to the gentleman in question, who I imagined had been sent to me from my editor. "I won't have that man. I have made no arrangement. He's been bothering me to put him in for years." "What shall I do then?" I said. "This is very awkward for me." "Tell him we've got too many Queen's Messengers already."