D. C. (pointing to Mr. Shaw’s photograph inserted in caricature). But he has got the likeness there. By Jove! it’s nearly as good as a photograph.
Shopman (examining photograph as if he had never seen it; enthusiastically). It’s almost as good as a photograph.
D. C. (pointing with umbrella to Lord Weardale). Of course, that’s Rosebery?
Shopman (nervously): Y-e-s. (Brightly changing subject.) What do you think of Mr. Sargent’s?
D. C. (now worked up). Oh! that’s very good. Yes; that’s the best of all. I see it’s sold. I should have bought that one if it hadn’t been sold. I wish Max would do a caricature of (describes a possible caricature). Tell him I suggested it; he knows me quite well (glancing round). He really is tremendous. Are they going to be published?
Shopman. Yes; by Methuen & Co. (Hastily going over to new-comer.) Yes, madam, that is Mr. Arthur Balfour; it’s considered the best caricature in the exhibition—the likeness is so particularly striking; and as a pure piece of draughtsmanship it is certainly the finest drawing in the room. No; that’s not so good of Lord Althorp, though it was the first to sell. (Turning to another client.) Yes, sir; he is Mr. Beerbohm Tree’s half-brother.
(1907.)
To Mrs. Beerbohm.
THE ETHICS OF REVIEWING.
The ‘Acropolis,’ a review of literature, science, art, politics, society, and the drama, is, as every one knows, our leading literary weekly. Its original promoters decided on its rather eccentric title with a symbolism now outmoded. The ‘Acropolis’ was to be impregnable to outside contributors, and the editor was always to be invisible. All the vile and secret arts of réclame and puffery were to find no place in its immaculate pages. One afternoon some time ago a number of gentlemen, more or less responsible for the production of the ‘Acropolis,’ were seated round the fire in the smoking-room of a certain club. For the last hour they had been discussing with some warmth the merits of signed or unsigned articles and the reviewing of books. A tall, good-looking man, who pretended to be unpopular, was advocating the anonymous. ‘There is something so cowardly about a signed article,’ he was saying. ‘It is nearly