Vanity Fair (UK), July 21, 1904
[A Parisian attacked a stranger with a knife the other day because he was fat. He said he hated “these bloated capitalists.”]
My worthy, but misguided, man,
Your spirit I commend;
But still, in your ingenious plan
I see a flaw, my friend:
Not everyone of ample girth
Has money of his own:
The mightiest millionaires on earth
Are often skin and bone.
The widow and the orphan lose
Their customary all
Quite frequently to people whose
Physique is slight and small:
And shrewd financiers, by the score,
With flattering success,
Have ground the faces of the poor
At eight stone six, or less.
In future go, remembering this,
With caution on your way:
Eschew insidious prejudice;
Think well before you slay.
Don’t pink a man because you see
He’s stout enough to burst:
Pause ’ere you draw your snickersnee;
Inspect his pass-book first.
TOO HAPPY TO LIVE. Victor Bosc, a Paris publican, while standing contentedly before his shop Tuesday, was stabbed by a stranger. The murderer, when arrested, said he “could not stand the satisfied look of that fat, bloated capitalist”; he objected on principle to “people with such paunches.” (Portsmouth Evening News, June 15, 1904)
— John Dawson
eight stone six: 118 pounds