_Answer._ "To deodorise" is to gild the statue of a heathen deity. Literally "to gild a god." This compound verb is derived from "_Deus_," dative "_Deo_," and the Greek verb "[Greek: dorixo], _i.e._ to gild." _Q._ What is a "Manicure"? Give its derivation. _A._ It is another term for a Mad Doctor. Its derivation is obvious--"Maniac Cure." The last syllable of the first word being omitted for the sake of convenience in pronunciation. * * * * * [Illustration: THE COMING OF THE BOGEYS. (_Mr. Punch's Dreadful New Year's Dream after a Surfeit of Mince Pies and "Times" Correspondence._)] * * * * * THE COMING OF THE BOGEYS. I had a Dream, which was not all a Dream. (By Somnus and old Nox I fear 'twas _not_!) Common-sense was extinguished, and Good Taste Did wonder darkling on the verge of doom. I saw a Monster, a malign, marine, Mysterious, many-whorled, mug-lumbering Bogey, Stretched (like Miltonian angels on the marl) In league-long loops upon the billowy brine. Beshrew thee, old familiar ocean Bogey, Thou spectral spook of many Silly Seasons, Beshrew thee, and avaunt! Which being put In post-Shakspearian vernacular, means Confound, you, and Get out!!! The monstrous worm Wriggling its corkscrew periwinkly twists Of trunk and tail alternate, winked huge goggles Derisively and gurgled. "_Me_ get out, The Science-vouched, and Literature-upheld, And Reason-rehabilitated butt Of many years of misdirected mockery? You ask omniscient HUXLEY, cocksure oracle On all from protoplasm to Home Rule, From Scripture to Sea Serpents; go consult Belligerent, brave, beloved BILLY RUSSELL! Verisimilitude incarnate, I Scorn your vain sceptic mirth! Besides, behold The portent riding me, as Thetis rode The lolloping, wolloping sea-horse of old! Is it less likely that _I_ should remain Than _she_ return?" Then, horror-thrilled, I gazed At her, the Abominable, the Ogreish Thing; The soul-revolting, sense-degrading She, Who swayed and sickened, scourged and scarified The unwilling slaves of fashion and discomfort A quarter of a century since! She sat, A spectral, scraggy, beet-nosed, ankle-less, Obtrusive-panted, splay-foot, slattern-shape, Of grim Medusa-faced Immodesty, Caged cumbrously in a stiff, swaying, swollen, Shin-scarifying, hose-revealing frame Of wide-meshed metal, like a monster mousetrap-- Hideous, indecent, awkward! Oh, I knew her-- This loathly _revenant_, revisiting The glimpses of the moon. She shamed my sight, And blocked my way, and marred my young men's art, Twenty years syne and more. 'Twas CRINOLINA, The long-abiding, happily banished horror We hoped to see no more. _Shall_ she return To vex our souls, unsex our wives and daughters, And spoil our pictures as she did of old? Forbid it, womanhood and modesty!