In a very few years we shall surely look back and wonder how we could have endured, for the children, the perverse reign of the Golliwog dynasty and the despotism of Teddy-bears.

More than that, it is pitiful to hear of nurseries for Catholic children sometimes without shrine or altar or picture of the Mother of God, and with one of these monsters on every chair.

Something even deeper than the artistic sense must revolt before long against this barbarous rule.

The Teddy-bear, if he has anything to impart, suggests his own methods of life and defence, and the Golliwog, far worse--limp, hideous, without one characteristic grace, or spark of humour--suggests the last extremity of what is embodied in the expression "letting oneself go." And these things are loved! Pity the beautiful soul of the child, made for beautiful things.
_II y a toujours en nous quelque chose qui veut ramper_, said Pere de Ravignan, and to this the Golliwog makes strong appeal.

It is only too easy to _let go_, and the Golliwog playfellow says that it is quite right to do so--he does it himself.