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Title: Confessions of a Caricaturist
Author: Oliver Herford
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Confessions
of a
Caricaturist
By
Oliver Herford
New York • Charles Scribner's Sons
1917
Copyright, 1917, by Charles Scribner's Sons
Published September, 1917
TO WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS
Contents
| Page | |
|---|---|
| William Dean Howells | 3 |
| Napoleon | 4 |
| Dante | 6 |
| Theodore Roosevelt | 8 |
| Rudyard Kipling | 10 |
| Ignace Jan Paderewski | 12 |
| Daniel Frohman | 14 |
| Charles W. Eliot | 16 |
| J. Pierpont Morgan | 18 |
| Gilbert K. Chesterton | 20 |
| Guglielmo Marconi | 22 |
| George Bernard Shaw | 24 |
| Brander Matthews | 26 |
| John S. Sargent | 28 |
| Arnold Bennett | 30 |
| Shakespeare | 32 |
| William Howard Taft | 34 |
| G. K. Chesterton | 36 |
| David Belasco | 38 |
| Henrik Ibsen | 40 |
| J. Forbes-Robertson | 42 |
| John Drew | 44 |
| Israel Zangwill | 46 |
| George Bernard Shaw | 48 |
| Peter Dunne | 50 |
| Saint Paul | 52 |
| John D. Rockefeller | 54 |
| Hiram Maxim | 56 |
| George Ade | 58 |
| Christopher Columbus | 60 |
| F. W. Hohenzollern | 62 |
| Hafiz | 65 |
Confessions of a
Caricaturist
William Dean Howells
His love and winter-kindness own.
When Literary Fledglings try
Their wings, in first attempt to fly,
They flutter down to Franklin Square,
Where Howells in his "Easy Chair"
Like good Saint Francis scatters crumbs
Of Hope, to each small bird that comes.
And since Bread, cast upon the main,
Must to the giver come again,
I tender now, long overtime,
This humble Crumb of grateful rhyme.
Napoleon
Because one hand is in his vest,
The other hand behind his back.
(For drawing hands I have no knack.)
Dante
Drank Benedictine or Chianti,
I should reply, "I cannot say,
But I can draw him either way."
Theodore Roosevelt
If Theodore means "The Gift of God,"
Let us give thanks, at any rate,
The Gift was not a duplicate.
Rudyard Kipling
With eyes that gleam, now fierce, now tender,
Through Goggles that reflect the Sun
"With more than Oriental Splendor";
I see him sitting on a chest
Heavy with padlocks, bolts, and cording,
Where Untold Treasures hidden rest,
Treasures of Untold Yarns he's hoarding.
Oh, Rudyard, please unlock that chest!
With hope deferred we're growing hoary;
Or was it all an empty jest
Your saying, "That's another story"?
Ignace Jan Paderewski
Our children's children, like as not,
Will worship in the Hall of Fame,
Some great piano-maker's name.
Daniel Frohman
In costume of a noble Roman.
For Dan has just the style of hair,
That Julius Cæsar used to wear.
Charles W. Eliot
That Hell won't bear investigating.
It looks like Charlie's out to bust
The Great Hell-Fire Insurance Trust.
J. Pierpont Morgan
They nailed the Colosseum down.
A great Collector! Once his Fad
Was Coins, but when in time he had
Collected all the coin in sight,
To Europe's Art his thoughts took flight.
But let not Europe palpitate
For fear of an Art Syndicate.
There are more Rembrandts, strange to say,
Than ever were in Rembrandt's day;
And statues "planted" in the sand
Will always equal the demand.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
Chesterton's easier done than said.
I have not seen him, but his looks
I can imagine from his books.
Guglielmo Marconi
Beneath a Macaroni tree
Playing that Nocturne in F Sharp
By Chopin, on a Wireless Harp.
George Bernard Shaw
Fills me with mingled Mirth and Awe.
Mixture of Mephistopheles,
Don Quixote, and Diogenes,
The Devil's wit, the Don's Romance
Joined to the Cynic's arrogance.
Framed on Pythagorean plan,
A Vegetable Souperman.
Here you may see him crown with bay
The Greatest Playwright of his day; *
Observe the look of Self Distrust
And Diffidence—upon the bust.
Brander Matthews
With Brander Matthews L. L. D.
Since Prexy Wilson's paved the way
He may be President some day.
John S. Sargent
In pink velours and pea-green checks.
"It helps," says he, "to lift your Grace
A bit above the commonplace."
Arnold Bennett
That every other day or so
A Book by Bennett will appear
To charm the Western Hemisphere.
I see him now, with zeal sublime,
Pounding from dawn to dinner-time
Four typewriters, with hands and feet.
When the four novels are complete,
He'll fold, and send à grande vitesse
His Quadrumanuscript to press.
Shakespeare
Was the Belasco of his day—
Others more plausibly maintain
He was the double of Hall Caine.
William Howard Taft
Of Politics; without a doubt
Of all the Presidential crew
He was the easiest to do.
G. K. Chesterton
See the Sun sinking in the sky,
We think it is the Setting Sun,
But Mr. Gilbert Chesterton
Is not so easily misled.
He calmly stands upon his head,
And upside down obtains a new
And Chestertonian point of view,
Observing thus, how from his toes
The sun creeps nearer to his nose,
He cries with wonder and delight,
"How Grand the SUNRISE is to-night!"
David Belasco
Wielding the scissors, paste and pen,
And writing with consummate skill
A play by W. De Mille.
Henrik Ibsen
Across a deep Norwegian Fjord,
And very nearly every one
Mistook him for the midnight sun.
J. Forbes-Robertson
To draw Forbes-Robertson requires
A Sargent's brush. Dear me! how sad!
I've lost the only one I had.
John Drew
That can compare with Mr. Drew;
A Form most fittingly displayed
In rôles from London, tailor-made
By Messrs. Maughn, Pinero, Jones,
In quiet, gentlemanly tones.
The Nouveaux-Riches flock, day by day,
To learn from John how to display
(Without unnecessary gloom)
The manners of the drawing-room.
This possibly may be the cause
(Or one of them) why John Drew draws.
Israel Zangwill
Like Zangwill, is not void of worth
It has one true Zangwillian touch
It looks like nothing else on earth.
George Bernard Shaw
I did him not so long ago.
But then, you see, I like to do
George Bernard Shaw (George likes it too).
Peter Dunne
By the Harp
Has got the Harp of Tara beat,"
Said Mr. Dooley. "Div'l a thing
That boy can't play upon won shtring.
For all the wurrld, to hear him play
You'd think 'twas a whole orchestray.
Great Shtatesmen come from far and near
And shtop their talking, just to hear
Him harp upon the latest kinks
In politics and social jinks.
Niver was such a music sharp,
I'd orter know, sure I'm the Harp."
Saint Paul
Such lengthy letters had to scrawl.
And so to make his labor lighter
I picture him with a typewriter.
John D. Rockefeller
Than Rockefeller's, I confess.
'Twould vastly better suit my whim
To draw his bank account, than him.
Hiram Maxim
His specialty was spilling ink—
You'd never dream he'd spilt more blood
Than any one man since the Flood.
George Ade
Of Georgeade as a Summer Drink,
Sparkling and cool, with just a Tang
Of Pleasant Effervescent Slang;
A Wholesome Tonic, without question,
And Cure for Moral Indigestion.
In Summer-time, beneath the shade,
We find Refreshment in Georgeade.
And 'mid the Scorching City's roar
We drink him up and call for more.
I often wonder what the "Trade"
Buys half so precious as Georgeade.
Christopher Columbus
To draw, for when the picture's done,
Where is the captious critic who
Can say the likeness is not true?
F. W. Hohenzollern
To look upon the Brighter Side;
And when I see the Prince, I say
"The Crown's worth something anyway."
Hafiz, the "Persian Kitten,"
by James Montgomery Flagg.
Hafiz
By Monty Flagg, of him and me,
He made remarks one can't repeat
In any reputable sheet.