Classic Poem

Munkacsy's libels on the Nazarene
No longer lend grotesqueness to the scene;
Those Ghetto subjects, of repellent tone,
Are to their Yankee lovers wisely flown,
While " portraits," void of character and grace,
Come thronging to supply their vacant place.
The Munich colour scheme, revealed before,
The stilted pose, repeated o'er and o'er,
Still mark this brushman as in other days
When studio clap-trap charmed the common gaze.
His Salon Mindedness is shrewd and smart,
With no damned nonsense about " art for art."