As I went over through the Royal Arcade,
   Where mirrors counterfeited space
To multiply the gauds displayed,
   I met a fellow face to face --
A loutish oaf who did not know
   The traffic laws - a swishing "jay"
Who shuffled when I sought to go
   To left or right, and blocked my way.

I gazed into his foolish face,
   And thought that I had never seen
So great a lack of saving grace
   In any visage.  Vacant, mean,
A smirking moron's, one would say,
   Denoting low mentality...
I cursed the fool and walked away. 
            And so did he.

"Den"
Herald, 20 February 1929, p6