DOI issue:
Nr. 353 (August 1922)
DOI article:Studio-talk
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21396#0131
STUDIO-TALK
VICTORY MEMORIAL TO THE
MEN OF CAMBRIDGESHIRE
BY R. TAIT MC KENZIE
Birley's Viscount Knutsford, painted for the
London Hospital with which the sitter's
name has long been honourably associated ;
Mr. Alan Beeton's Miss Rita des Isles and
Sketch of a Soldier, Mr. Howard Somer-
ville's Eileen; Mr. de Glehn's Mile.
Guignio, and Mr. Glyn Philpot's Portrait of
a Young Man. a a a a
Once more the inappropriateness of the
Old Water Colour Society's gallery as a
locale for the New English Art Club's
displays was manifest in the exhibition
which has just been held there, as was also
the hiatus between the older and newer
elements in this body—the former voiced
pre-eminently by Mr. Wilson Steer, who
was represented by a very striking portrait
of an aged lady, and Sir William Orpen,
whose two nudes Early Morning and A
Disappointing Letter belong to his most
distinguished achievements; and the latter
by the brothers Stanley and Gilbert
Spencer who cultivate a primitivism which
while no doubt perfectly sincere is apt to
engender a conviction to the contrary, a
To Dr. Tait McKenzie's statue The
Home Coming, reference was made in these
pages some months ago. Commissioned
as a Victory Memorial to the men of
Cambridgeshire by a committee repre-
senting the University and town cf
Cambridge and the Isle of Ely it was un-
veiled early last month by H.R.H. the
Duke cf York. The statue, of which wc
give two views, shows a private soldier
in full kit on his triumphal return after
the War. With discipline relaxed he is
striding along bareheaded, helmet in hand,
a German helmet as a trophy slung on his
back and partly concealed by a laurel
wreath carelessly flung over the rifle
barrel. In his hand he holds a rose.
Another rose, thrown at him, has fallen
to the ground. His head is turned to the
side, his expression is alert, happy, and
slightly quizzical, and his lips are slightly
parted as if he has recognised an old
friend in the welcoming crowd and is
about to call to him. " In this face," says
the sculptor, " I have tried to express the
type on whom the future of England must
depend. Blond, with hair wavy rather
than curly, head well rounded, forehead
slightly flat, the boss over the eyes large,
in
VICTORY MEMORIAL TO THE
MEN OF CAMBRIDGESHIRE
BY R. TAIT MC KENZIE
Birley's Viscount Knutsford, painted for the
London Hospital with which the sitter's
name has long been honourably associated ;
Mr. Alan Beeton's Miss Rita des Isles and
Sketch of a Soldier, Mr. Howard Somer-
ville's Eileen; Mr. de Glehn's Mile.
Guignio, and Mr. Glyn Philpot's Portrait of
a Young Man. a a a a
Once more the inappropriateness of the
Old Water Colour Society's gallery as a
locale for the New English Art Club's
displays was manifest in the exhibition
which has just been held there, as was also
the hiatus between the older and newer
elements in this body—the former voiced
pre-eminently by Mr. Wilson Steer, who
was represented by a very striking portrait
of an aged lady, and Sir William Orpen,
whose two nudes Early Morning and A
Disappointing Letter belong to his most
distinguished achievements; and the latter
by the brothers Stanley and Gilbert
Spencer who cultivate a primitivism which
while no doubt perfectly sincere is apt to
engender a conviction to the contrary, a
To Dr. Tait McKenzie's statue The
Home Coming, reference was made in these
pages some months ago. Commissioned
as a Victory Memorial to the men of
Cambridgeshire by a committee repre-
senting the University and town cf
Cambridge and the Isle of Ely it was un-
veiled early last month by H.R.H. the
Duke cf York. The statue, of which wc
give two views, shows a private soldier
in full kit on his triumphal return after
the War. With discipline relaxed he is
striding along bareheaded, helmet in hand,
a German helmet as a trophy slung on his
back and partly concealed by a laurel
wreath carelessly flung over the rifle
barrel. In his hand he holds a rose.
Another rose, thrown at him, has fallen
to the ground. His head is turned to the
side, his expression is alert, happy, and
slightly quizzical, and his lips are slightly
parted as if he has recognised an old
friend in the welcoming crowd and is
about to call to him. " In this face," says
the sculptor, " I have tried to express the
type on whom the future of England must
depend. Blond, with hair wavy rather
than curly, head well rounded, forehead
slightly flat, the boss over the eyes large,
in