Mr Ivor Novello, a film actor, has presented a play in London in which he depicts certain Australians as "bulging with bullion and bad manners." To press criticism he replies that, though he has never been in Australia, the many Australians he has seen in London are just as clumsy and crude as those he depicts.
I had often had a yearning For that true patrician touch That combines good taste and learning With the mien that means so much. But my background is Australian; So the vulgar taint that clings To my aura made me alien To all really nicer things. For I haven't got the flair or the air debonair, The insousance ineffable that most film actors wear. I despaired of class and culture; but I've learned my lesson now, Since a highly cultured fellow, named Novello, showed me how. You just take a few odd samples You have seen upon the Strand As the typical examples From a crude but unknown land; You exaggeate their rudeness In a charming, sneering way And you ridicule their crudeness In a modern sort of way. Here is proof you are "aloof," gently bred in warp and woof. Shove the bounders in the pillory, then gibber at them "Goof!" Tho' a few old-fashioned fogeys murmur, "Cheap"; why notice these? Since your puppets save your standing by their own vulgarities?
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