George Orwell recalls an interesting anecdote in the “As I Please” column published on this date, December 1, in 1944:
Readers of Henry Mayhew’s London
Labour and the London Poor (1851) will be familiar with mudlarks: “The[y]
collect whatever they happen to find, such as coals, bits of old-iron, rope,
bones, and copper nails . . .” Orwell continues:
“I was intrigued and asked
what mudlarks were. She explained that in those days professional beggars,
known as mudlarks, used to sit under the bridge waiting for people to throw
them pennies. The pennies would bury themselves deep in the mud, and the
mudlarks would plunge in head first and recover them. It was considered a most
amusing spectacle.”
I remembered the scene in
Howard Hawks’ Rio Bravo (1959) when Joe Burdett (Claude Akins) throws a
coin into a barroom spittoon and waits for Dude (Dean Martin) to fish it out. In
the nineteenth century, tourists visited insane asylums to laugh at the
inmates. There persists a human impulse to
revel in the humiliation of others. Think of it as an exercise in applied Schadenfreude.
Visit a playground or locker room and you’ll see it in action. Orwell sounds
rather naïve in his conclusion:
“Is there anyone who would
degrade himself in that way nowadays? And how many people are there who would
get a kick out of watching it?”
Say what you like, things
do change superficially, not essentially.
A novel, "The Mudlark," about Queen Victoria and an actual mudlark, appeared in 1949, a popular film followed a year later. I saw it at the age of eight and remember liking it.
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