PICTURES IN THE MUD

Press, Volume CIV, Issue 30823, 7 August 1965, Page 14

PICTURES IN THE MUD

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We All respect the Human Form, Which is (or ought to be) Divine, Even such Variants of the Norm As Yours, Sir even Mine. The Sculptor or the Painter who Departs from its Ideal Proportions Must have a twisted Outlook too Hang him for his Distortions! Hang (any Way you like) the Arts! The Public likes its Pictures straight, E.g., the mud-splashed Hinderparts Of Forward No. 8. Its Tastes at least are Realistic, As every News-stand cries aloud. You, Sir, can call it Inartistic It draws the Crowd. The sensitively contorted Features Of some spreadeagled Sixteen Stone, That's how we like our Fellow-creatures Pictorially shown. Those manly Postures, those Grimaces Don’t make Us feel (as THEY look) ill: Upended, locked in strange Embraces, That Form we honour still; That Game above all Games that let Two Nations’ Heroes even at Thirty! Dress up like Giant Kids, and get Their nice new Jerseys dirty ... The National Game, Infantilism? T> N0 ’ Slr! Please, Sir —you KNOW I know My Rugby Creed and Catechism As well as Mr Louw!