Some was Norahs an' Bridgets; Tillie she came last fall; Claras and fannies and Lenas and Annies, And now we've got none at all.
"Tobogganing On Parnassus"
Franklin P. Adams
But I unto all gods that guard our walls, Lords of the plain or warders of the mart And to Isthmus' stream and Dirge's rills, I swear, if Fortune smiles and saves our town, That we will make our altars reek with blood Of sheep and kine, shed forth unto the gods, And with victorious tokens front our fannies- Corsets and cases that once our foemen wore, Spear-shattered now-to deck these holy homes!
"Suppliant Maidens and Other Plays"
AEschylus