With The Photographer (Supplementary)

Unit 4 – Supplementary

With the Photographer

Stephen Leacock

Warm Up

“I want my photograph taken,” I said.
The photographer looked at me without enthusiasm.
He was a drooping man in a gray suit, with the dim eye of a natural scientist.
But there is no need to describe him. Everybody knows what a photographer is like.

Discuss the following questions:

1. What are the occasions when photographs are taken?
   e.g. birthday parties

2. Why are photographs taken?
   e.g. to freeze our favourite moments

Story: With the Photographer

Here is a story where the narrator visits a studio to have his photograph taken. His experience with the professional photographer turns out to be an unforgettable one.

“Sit there,” he said, “and wait.”

I waited an hour. I read the Ladies Companion for 1912, the Girls Magazine for 1902 and the Infants Journal for 1888. I began to see that I had done an unwarrantable thing in breaking in on the privacy of this man’s scientific pursuits with a face like mine.

After an hour the photographer opened the inner door.

“Come in,” he said severely.

I went into the studio.

“Sit down,” said the photographer.

I sat down in a beam of sunlight filtered through a sheet of factory cotton hung against a frosted skylight.

The photographer rolled a machine into the middle of the room and crawled into it from behind.

He was only in it a second—just time enough for one look at me—and then he was out again, tearing at the cotton sheet and the window panes with a hooked stick, apparently frantic for light and air.

Then he crawled back into the machine again and drew a little black cloth over himself. This time he was very quiet in there. I knew that he was praying and I kept still.

When the photographer came out at last, he looked very grave and shook his head.

“The face is quite wrong,” he said.

“I know,” I answered quietly; “I have always known it.”

He sighed.

“I think,” he said, “the face would be better three-quarters full.”

“I’m sure it would,” I said enthusiastically, for I was glad to find that the man had such a human side to him. “So would yours. In fact,” I continued, “how many faces one sees that are apparently hard, narrow, limited, but the minute you get them three-quarters full they get wide, large, almost boundless—”

But the photographer had ceased to listen. He came over and took my head in his hands and twisted it sideways. I thought he meant to kiss me, and I closed my eyes. But I was wrong.

He twisted my face as far as it would go and then stood looking at it.

He sighed again.

“I don’t like the head,” he said.

Then he went back to the machine and took another look.

“Open the mouth a little,” he said.

I started to do so.

“Close it,” he added quickly.

Then he looked again.

“The ears are bad,” he said; “droop them a little more. Thank you. Now the eyes. Roll them in under the lids. Put the hands on the knees, please, and turn the face just a little upward. Yes, that’s better. Now just expand the lungs! So! And hump the neck—that’s it—and just contract the waist—ha!—and twist the hip up toward the elbow—now! I still don’t quite like the face, it’s just a trifle too full, but—”

I swung myself round on the stool.

“Stop,” I said with emotion but, I think, with dignity. “This face is my face. It is not yours, it is mine. I’ve lived with it for forty years and I know its faults. I know it’s out of drawing. I know it wasn’t made for me, but it’s my face, the only one I have—” I was conscious of a break in my voice but I went on—“such as it is, I’ve learned to love it. And this is my mouth, not yours. These ears are mine, and if your machine is too narrow—”

Here I started to rise from the seat.

Snick!

The photographer had pulled a string. The photograph was taken. I could see the machine still staggering from the shock.

“I think,” said the photographer, pursing his lips in a pleased smile, “that I caught the features just in a moment of animation.”

“So!” I said bitingly,—“features, eh? You didn’t think I could animate them, I suppose? But let me see the picture.”

“Oh, there’s nothing to see yet,” he said, “I have to develop the negative first. Come back on Saturday and I’ll let you see a proof of it.”

Saturday Visit

On Saturday I went back. The photographer beckoned me in. I thought he seemed quieter and graver than before. I think, too, there was a certain pride in his manner.

He unfolded the proof of a large photograph, and we both looked at it in silence.

“Is it me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said quietly, “it is you,” and we went on looking at it.

“The eyes,” I said hesitatingly, “don’t look very much like mine.”

“Oh, no,” he answered, “I’ve retouched them. They come out splendidly, don’t they?”

“Fine,” I said, “but surely my eyebrows are not like that?”

“No,” said the photographer, with a momentary glance at my face, “the eyebrows are removed. We have a process now—the Delphide—for putting in new ones. You’ll notice here where we’ve applied it to carry the hair away from the brow. I don’t like the hair low on the skull.”

“Oh, you don’t, don’t you?” I said.

“No,” he went on, “I don’t care for it. I like to get the hair clear back to the superficies and make out a new brow line.”

“What about the mouth?” I said with a bitterness that was lost on the photographer, “is that mine?”

“It’s adjusted a little,” he said, “yours is too low. I found I couldn’t use it.”

“The ears, though,” I said, “strike me as a good likeness; they’re just like mine.”

“Yes,” said the photographer thoughtfully, “that’s so; but I can fix that all right in the print. We have a process now—the Sulphide—for removing the ears entirely. I’ll see if—”

“Listen!” I interrupted, drawing myself up and animating my features to their full extent and speaking with a withering scorn that should have blasted the man on the spot.

“Listen! I came here for a photograph—a picture—something which (mad though it seems) would have looked like me. I wanted something that would depict my face as Heaven gave it to me, humble though the gift may have been. I wanted something that my friends might keep after my death, to reconcile them to my loss. It seems that I was mistaken. What I wanted is no longer done. Go on, then, with your brutal work. Take your negative, or whatever it is you call it—dip it in sulphide, bromide, oxide, cowhide—anything you like—remove the eyes, correct the mouth, adjust the face, restore the lips, reanimate the necktie and reconstruct the waistcoat. Coat it with an inch of gloss, shade it, emboss it, gild it, till even you acknowledge that it is finished. Then when you have done all that—keep it for yourself and your friends. They may value it. To me it is but a worthless bauble.”

I broke into tears and left.

About the Author

Stephen P. H. Butler Leacock – FRSC (1869–1944) was a Canadian teacher, Political Scientist, Writer and Humourist. He was educated at Upper Canada College in Toronto and the University of Toronto from which he graduated in 1891. He received a Fellowship in Political Economy and took his Ph.D. in 1903. Between the years 1915 and 1925, he was the best known English speaking humorist in the world. He is known for his light humour along with criticism of people’s follies.

Notable Works:
- Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town
- Arcadian Adventures
- With the Idle Rich
- Economic Prosperity in the British Empire
- The Dawn of Canadian History
- Moonbeams From the Larger Lunacy
- The Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice
- My Discovery of England
- Wet, Wit and Dry Humour

Glossary

• drooping – bending
• unwarrantable – illegal, wrongful
• pursuits – quest
• frantic – mad, desperate
• grave – serious
• boundless – limitless
• ceased – stopped
• trifle – bit
• staggering – shaking or vibrating
• animation – excitement
• beckoned – called
• superficies – surface / outer face
• withering scorn – disapproving hatred
• depict – show, give a picture of
• reconcile – to comfort and heal
• emboss – cause to bulge out
• bauble – a thing of no value

Comprehension Questions

1. Based on your understanding of the story, answer the following questions in two or three sentences each:

a. Why did the author go to the photo studio?
b. Describe the photographer.
c. Bring out the significance of what Leacock was reading at the photographer’s.
d. Why did Leacock assume that the photographer was praying?
e. How did the inner room get light?
f. Why did the photographer take a long time to photograph Leacock?
g. What angered the author?
h. Why did the photographer feel happy after taking the photograph?
i. Why did Leacock visit the studio on Saturday?
j. How did the author react on seeing his photograph?
k. What changes had the photographer effected on Leacock’s face in the picture?
l. What was the human side to the photographer?
m. Why was the photographer proud to receive Leacock on Saturday?
n. What was the only similarity between Leacock’s face and his photograph?

2. Based on your understanding of the lesson, complete the sentences given below to make a summary of the story With the Photographer in a paragraph.

a. The narrator went to the photographer to ___.
b. The photographer made the author wait for __.
c. While waiting in the studio the narrator kept reading _.
d. The photographer told him to _.
e. The narrator got angry because __.
f. The photographer was pleased after __.
g. He was called on Saturday to _.
h. On seeing the photograph the narrator __.
i. The photographer had made changes _.
j. The photograph did not look like _.
k. The narrator was frustrated as __.
l. He left the studio saying ___.

3. Answer the following questions in a paragraph of 100–150 words each:

a. Stephen Leacock’s visit to the photo studio turns out to be an annoying experience for him. Discuss citing relevant instances from the story.
b. “To me it is but a worthless bauble.” Why did the photographer’s touch of technical expertise appear a worthless bauble to Leacock?

ICT Corner – Conditional Clauses

Conditional sentences are statements discussing known factors or hypothetical situations and their consequences.

This activity will enable the students to learn different types of conditional clauses and evaluate their level in it.

STEPS

1. Type the URL link given below in the browser or scan the QR code.
2. Click the “If clauses – conditionals rules” to get reinforced the rules of different types of conditional clauses.
3. You can see nearly 36 exercises under the headings like ‘Type 1’, ‘Type 2’, ‘Type 3’ and ‘Tests mixed exercises’ and ‘What type is it?’.
4. Click the exercise and answer the questions.
5. You can check your answers by clicking “CHECK YOUR ANSWERS”.

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