The Illustrators - The British Art of Illustration 1800-2007

24 November 2007 - 5 January 2008

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EDWARD TENNYSON REED (1860-1933)

ALL GOOSEY
HINDENBURG: 'NOW MY CHILDREN, RETAIN IN YOUR MINDS OUR TRIUMPHANT GOOSE-STEP BUT FOR THE MOMENT, TRY AND GIVE IT AN APPEARANCE OF MILDNESS AND HUMILITY. THAT'S BETTER! JUST A LEETLE MORE DROOPING AT THE KNEES!' 'K' AND HIS (ANTI) GERMAN GARDEN
'THE FLOWERS THAT BLOOM IN THE SPRING, TRA-LA,
HAVE A GREAT DEAL TO DO WITH THE CASE!'

LILI RETHI (1894-circa 1969)

THE MERMAID KINGDOM   

FRANK REYNOLDS, RI (1876-1953)

VICAR (SEVERELY): 'AH, THE OLD STORY - AN UNSKILLED MAN DODGING THE LITTLE WORK HE MIGHT GET.'
TRAMP (STUNG TO THE QUICK): 'UNSKILLED, AM I?  YOU 'AVE A GO AT DODGING WORK THESE DAYS, AND SEE IF IT DON'T TAKE A BIT O' SKILL!' GARDENER OF THE OLD SCHOOL TO NEW TENANT: 'WHAT! DON'T LIKE GERANIUMS,
CALCEOLARIAS OR LOBELIAS. LUMME, GUV'NER, YOU AINT A BOLSHIE, ARE YER?' GENTLEMAN OF THE ROAD (TO FELLOW-TRAVELLER)
'DO YOU REALISE WHAT IT 'UD MEAN T' YOU AN' ME IF THIS 'ERE COUNTRY WENT RED? - RUIN!'
SCENE - A ROAD IN NORTHUMBERLAND.
INSPIRED TRAMP: 'EXCUSE ME, SIR, BUT AM I RIGHT FOR PENZANCE?' 'DID YOU?' A DECORATIVE MOMENT AT THE OLD BULL AND BUSH
HAROLD (TO HIS MOTHER, WHO HAS ASKED HIM TO BE KIND TO A FRIEND'S BOY IN HIS 
FIRST TERM): 'YOU KNOW, MOTHER, I CAN'T POSSIBLY DO ANYTHING FOR JOHN, EXCEPT 
NOT BE ACTUALLY BEASTLY TO HIM.' 'OH, BUZZ OFF, WINKLESON - WHAT CAN YOU KNOW ABOUT NATIONALIZATION!'  

CHARLES ROBINSON, RI (1870-1837)

THE TRUE ANNALS OF FAIRYLAND, THE REIGN OF KING HERLA EACH AND ALL LIKE MINISTERING ANGELS WERE, FOR THE SENSITIVE PLANT JOY TO BEAR NARCISSUS
AND DOWN AT ONCE THE MILK-POT CAME THE COCK TAKES THE PEARL TO THE JEWELLER YOUR CHARACTERS, MY FRIENDS, I LONG HAVE KNOWN
THE WOLF AND THE LAMB THE OAK UPBRAIDED THE WILLOW FELL TO LICKING A FILE
BETWEEN TWO CITIZENS A CONTROVERSY GREW THE FOX WITHOUT A TAIL WROTE HIM WORD HOW ILL HE WAS
'TIS MINE,' HE SAYS, 'TRULY AS LION ALONE' A BEE PRICKED HIS FINGER A FOWLER HAD TAKEN A PARTRIDGE

 

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