Our matrons and our girls "make up" with powder, bismuth, dye-- Figures as well as frocks, obliging milliners supply-- Alas! the fairest cheeks are stained with artificial hue: 'Tis true--'tis pity; pity 'tis, 'tis true! [Sidenote: _High-handed Greetings_] [Illustration: 1787 1887" "HERE'S A HOW-D'Y'-DO!" A Chapter on the Evolution of Deportment.] Nowadays young ladies begin making-up rather earlier, but, if _Punch_ is to be believed, we can draw consolation from the fact that they are little worse in this respect than their modish mothers or grandmothers. Another of _Punch's_ pet aversions was the fashionable high hand-shake introduced in the 'nineties:-- HANDS AS THEY ARE SHOOK (New Style) In healthier times, when friends would meet Their friends in chamber, park, or street, Each, as hereunder, each would greet. Your level hand went forth; you clasped Your crony's; each his comrade's grasped-- If roughly, neither friend was rasped. Such was the good old-fashioned cue Of honest British "How d'ye do?" I think it manly still--don't you? But now, when smug acquaintance hails A set that would be "smart," but fails, Another principle prevails. The arm, in lifted curve displayed, Droops limply o'er the shoulder-blade, As needing some chirurgeon's aid. [Illustration: THE EARLSWOOD TOTTER Our Mashers are still improving. They no longer enter the Ball Room with their Hands in their Pockets. They have adopted a Mode of Progression more in harmony with their Mental Structure.] [Sidenote: _The Decline of the Chaperon_]