Lights and Shadows

AN OLD man sat amidst his paint pots and soldering tools;—a tinker of toys was he;—in his hand he held a cylinder of tin, with long narrow slits in its surface;—a strip of painted animals rested on the inner surface of this tin disk. In the fading light, he spun it around and smiled—a new language was born.

Print ISSN

0096-6460

Published

1923-10

Content type

Original Research

DOI

10.5594/jj00010