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Thursday, December 25, 2025

a wooden superstructure, we dazzle-painted the sides

Unidentified WWI truck camouflage

Cecil Day Lewis
[father of actor Daniel Day Lewis], The Otterbury Incident. London: Putnam's Sons, 1948—

Just then I heard the rumble of the enemy tank coming down Abbey Lane to our right. To be absolutely accurate, it wasn't a rumble, but a clattering, squeaking noise, made chiefly by the old tireless bicycle wheels on which the tank ran. It was a wizard job, that tank. We'd built it in the school workshop. The superstructure was made of wood, and we'd dazzle-painted the sides: there was a bit of camouflage netting, which Ted had got from his brother in the Airborne, over the top of it, and a broom handle sticking out through a hole in the front for a gun. It held three people easily: the driver, who pedaled it; the gunner; and the tank captain. With its high, box-like shape, it really was more like an armored car, but we called it a tank.

Sunday, November 23, 2025

is that a woman shampooing her cornfield?—say what!

Marthe Troly-Curtin
, Phrynette's Letter from London, "River Reflections" in THE SKETCH, June 5, 1918, p. 276—

[I am reminded of] a little true yarn which of course is not apropos (oh, not at all!) but which may make you grin. It is a tale of one of yous, a pre-war painter, a famous one of the future. When war broke out he left his velvet coat for khaki, and went off whistling. He got wounded and was sent back home to a wife who objected to his pipe, and would tidy his studio and took unto herself the right to choose his models! He stood it for a little while, after which he tried to get back into the Army. The doctors, however, would not pass him for active service. A friend in authority advised him to apply for camouflage work, and obligingly took a few of his canvases to show the Red-Capped-One who Decideth one of the Futurist masterpieces.

"Humph, call that painting? What is it, anyway?"

"A woman shampooing her hair, Sir."

"Hair, is it? Looks more like a cornfield to me."

"Well, Sir, isn't that camouflage?"

And the Futurist one was fortunate, and is now camouflaging unflaggingly.

Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Cubist Camouflage / she had heard of Jacob Epstein

Jacob Epstein portrait by George Charles Beresford / 1916
Edith Nesbit, CUBIST CAMOUFLAGE, in the Melbourne Leader (Melbourne AU), July 27, 1918, p. 50—

Miss Morbydde was throughly up to date…[she] was abreast of her times; she had heard of the [Jacob] Epstein Venus, all right, and knew that there was an eccentricity called Cubism. That a pupil should desire instruction in this eccentric art seemed to be only one more of the surprises which modern life inexhaustibly supplied to Miss Morbydde. By the greatest good fortune a Cubist Artist was found not too far from the school, an elderly foreigner of obscure nationality and doubtful cleanliness, warranted, to Miss Morbydde’s experience, as wholly safe.

“Of course, I understand Cubist art,” she assured Sir Moses. “Another pupil is to have lessons this term. It happens that a Cubic Artist is available. An elderly foreigner. He occupies a lodge on my estate. He cuts wood; he admires the shape of the logs. All angles, you know. No, he is not mad. But he is wholly unattractive.”

Portrait of Jacob Epstein / photographer unknown

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