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The Pavement Artist Song
Ernest Augustus Elen (22 July 1862 – 17 February 1940) was an English music hall singer and comedian. He achieved success from 1891, performing cockney songs including “Arf a Pint of Ale”, “It’s a Great Big Shame”, “Down the Road” and “If It Wasn’t for the ‘Ouses in Between” in a career lasting over thirty years.
Born in Pimlico, London, Elen had worked as a barman and a draper’s assistant and had packed eggs for the Co-op before becoming a singer. He began busking at an early age and found a position singing in a minstrel troupe. His solo success began in 1891 when he started performing in public houses, singing songs in a manner similar to many cockney fruit sellers and ironmongers of the time, known as costermongers. Because of this, he became known as a “coster comedian”. For the stage persona he had created, Elen dressed in a coster uniform of striped jersey, peaked cap turned towards one ear and a short clay pipe in the side of his mouth. His characters adopted a persona of being constantly bad tempered and pugnacious. In 1907 he starred in a short film called Wait Till the Work Comes Round.
The Pavement Artist (lyrics)
Underneath the railway arch, not really far away
I knows a pavement artist who draws pictures every day
With little bits of coloured chalk he draws his ideas out
They look so real you fancy you can see em move about
He draws all kinds of eatables on plates all smokin hot
They make you feel quite hungry you could eat the bloomin lot
His portraits are so lifelike you could almost hear em talk
It’s only when he rubs em out you know they’re done with chalk
And it’s all done on the pavement outta doors
It’s a natural gift within that’s my belief
If he draws somebodies feet you can soon tell who it is
By the writing wot is written underneath
I watch him draw the schoolboys where he often plays a wag
And the postman stands and quite forgets the letters in his bag
The policeman what is stationed at the corner of the street
He’s missed to do his duty and forgets he’s on his beat
His pictures are so natural and a practice to the eye
They turn the colonel colour blind when there a passin’ by
He never draws the same thing twice he varies his display
And the views he draws tomorrow will be different to today
And it’s all done on the pavement out of doors
It’s a natural gift within that’s my belief
If he draws the King or Czar
You can soon tell who they are
By the writing wot is written underneath
In 1907, Gus toured America with his new song and character “The Pavement Artist” This is what the New York press had to say:
Gus Elen, noted as a character comedian in London, has won wide favour on his present tour of America in “advanced vaudeville.” He made his first American appearance recently at the New York theater. His story song about the chap who liked his ” ‘arf a pint of ale” at every meal, with Its culmination into a good deal more than that amount at supper time, awoke the house to enthusiasm, which did not diminish with the succeeding efforts, and they would gladly have listened to more like the tale of the sidewalk artist:
When he draws the king or czar
You can tell jist oo they are
By the writin’ that is written underneath.
There is a vital touch to everything that Mr Elen does, and his comedy is so unctuous that his vogue in London is easily understood.
He is particularly happy in his songs, which in every case tell a coherent story and exploit a consistent character. One of the best was the song by an ale tipping coster who regretted the loss of his pal, not through death, but by marriage to a little woman who promptly reduced him to her petticoat government—
A-naggin’ at a feller wot is six foot three
And ‘er only four foot two.
Who could withhold sympathy from the neglected friend who expressed his sorrow in the refrain:
Isn’t it a pity that the likes of ‘er
Should put upon the likes of ‘im?
Published in the New York Tribune: 5th September 1907
Written & Researched by Philip Battle
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