"The Worst of Wilde. 'The worst of you, Oscar,' said one stead and stolidly, jolly bank holiday, every-day young reporter, 'the worst of you is, you won't cut your hair. Now, if you did, you might look like— This; or, with whiskers, thus; or, with a beard, thusly; or thusabouts. But you won't, and that's what worries us so!" From Judy, Or The London Serio-Comic Journal, 1882.