“The phil-a-lu-bird is another
species of bird that has made its appearance in our city,” said an old citizen
within the hearing of the Critic last evening.
“The phil-a-lu-bird is another
species of bird that has made its appearance in our city,” said an old citizen
within the hearing of the critic last evening.
“Phil-a-lu-bird! Now, what kind
of an animal is that?”
“Well, he is a slight
improvement on the dude. He is possessed
of all the attributes of the dude, and has an additional qualification. He wears sharp-toed shoes, Derby hat, tight
pants, shad-belly coat, striped cravat, a red handkerchief in his pocket, the
corner sticking out, smokes cigarettes, wears bangs and whistles through his
nose, so as to be heard for miles around.
Oh! He is a bird. I tell you, he
is a dandy. I saw one at the theatre
last night with a $1 pair of opera-glasses.
He was occupying a twenty-five cent seat. You can see the phil-a-lu-bird on the street
at all hours of the day. He is more
dangerous than the dude in many respects.”
The Evening Critic (Washington DC), April 24, 1883.
Is this a Philalu?
‘Philalu!’
cried the beast, ‘and chone! Philalu!
Saint
Patrick, my darling, don’t look so blue.
London Society, Volume 24, September,
1873, page 251.
Philalu also appears in
another Irish poem:
Ochone
an’ ullagone ! we must vainly sigh an’ groan’’
Philalu! A long adieu to Clifford Lloyd!
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