OCR Text |
Show Not a Bird. Titian Smytbe Btood anxiously by as tho great art critic bent over his masterpiece. mas-terpiece. That learned man, having examined tho picture from every part of the studio, at last spoko: "Splendid, my dear sir! I cpngratu-lato cpngratu-lato you on having got so much realism real-ism Into your work, especially In theso days of Futurists and such-like faddists. fad-dists. Tho realism and sense of depth that you have got into that impression ot a coal mino Is, I nssuro you, my dear sir, ono of tho best bits of work I have seen for many a day!" During this speech Titinn's face had gradually slipped downwards. "Coal mino!" ho roared. "You fat-headed fat-headed idiot, that's a blrd's-cyo view of Blackpool!" "Is It, Indeed?" answered tho critic, picking up his hat and walking slowly to tho door. "Then I am glad I don't live In Blackpool, and I am even happier hap-pier to think, sir, that I am not a bird!" |