To the club in Bruton Street We must march my darlings, one and all a great ensemble, We the strenuous lady champions, all extremely up to date, Pioneers! O Pioneers! O you girls, West-End girls, O you young revolting daughters, full of manly pride and manners, Plain I see you West-End girls (no reflection on your features!). Pioneers! O Pioneers! [Illustration] Have our lords and masters halted? Do they humbly take a back-seat, wearied out with Madame SARAH GRAND? We take up the dual garments, and the eyeglass and the cycle. Pioneers! O Pioneers! From North Hampstead, from South Tooting, From far Peckham, from the suburbs and the shires we come, All the dress of comrades noting, bonnets, fashions criticising, Pioneers! O Pioneers! We primeval fetters loosing, We our husbands taming, vexing we and worrying Mrs. GRUNDY, We our own lives freely living, we as bachelor-girls residing, Pioneers! O Pioneers! [Illustration] Literary dames are we, Singers, speakers, temperance readers, artists we and journalists, Here and there a festive actress (generally to be found in our smoking-room), Pioneers! O Pioneers! Raise the mighty mistress President, Waving high the delicate President, over all the Lady President (bend your heads all), Raise the warlike Mrs. M-SS-NGB-D, stern impassive Mrs. M-SS-NGB-D, Pioneers! O Pioneers! * * * * * This sort of thing goes on for about twenty more verses, for which readers are kindly referred to the original in _Leaves of Grass_. It really applies without any further adaptation. * * * * * A "MAN IN ARMOUR" TO THE MULTITUDE. _On Lord Mayor's Day._ Remember, remember, the Ninth of November! A civic procession you've got! I know no reason why L. C. C. treason Should send the old custom to pot. There is a great glamour about men in armour, Will London turn out all a-pant At sound of the bugle to stare at MCDOUGALL, Or hear Mrs. ORMISTON CHANT? Though city crowds hurtle to welcome the turtle, And shout at the Mayor and the mace; What Council Committee will choke up the City With mobs and a smile on each face? The old "panorama"'s a popular drama. An alderman _may_ be a glutton; But multitudes jog after MAGOG and GOG Who don't care a button for HUTTON. So remember, remember, the Ninth of November! A holiday glorious you've got; But "unification" will rob the whole nation Of one good old spree--which is rot! [Transcriber's Note: Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation are as in the original.] End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Punch, or The London Charivari, Volume 107, November 10th, 1894, by Various