In an irresistible flight of absolute
fancy, I imagine Patricia Beddison Gray, just turned eight by a fortnight and being
baby sat at home at Westridge, Canberra, on the night of March 18, 1932,
quietly casting a curse on all journalists. Her parents, Australian Forestry
School lecturer Hugh Richard Gray and his wife Judy, had gone out for the
evening, to the Kurrajong Hotel for the first Press Gallery Ball held in the
nation’s new capital, and were waltzing the night away to the music of the
Roxy Dance Band. The reality, I gather, is that Patricia Gray was far too sensible,
even at eight, to try to put a hex on anyone, including journalists. Yet in
1980 Patricia and her husband, Frank Benson Horner, published a book, When Words Fail: A Casebook of Language Lapses in Australia, that had every
journalist in the country ducking for cover.
"For the purposes of this book," the Horners wrote,
"words fail to meet the user's needs in three ways. First, and most
obviously, they fail when they do not convey the intended meaning ... Secondly,
words fail when they convey the intended meaning, but at the expense of their
continued usefulness … The third way in which words fail to meet the user's
needs is by alienating the reader." It’s arguable whether truer words have
ever been written about the grammatically indifferent traditional content of
Australian newspapers.
A young Pat Horner at a Sydney University reunion in 1953
Pat Horner began compiling When Words Fail when she was teaching at Narrabundah College in
1968, adding to examples in text books. She was initially drawn to “really
exotic mixed metaphors”. Soon the Horners were leaving notepads around their
Deakin home to record the howlers they heard on radio and TV. When Frank
retired from the Australian Bureau of Statistics, he joined Pat in putting When Words Fail together. Happily, the
project didn’t end with the publication of the book, and the Horners’ service
to the English language continued for another 18 years, with a regular Saturday
column appearing under the same title in The
Age newspaper in Melbourne. Pat died in 2000 and Frank four years later.
In his Canberra Times
review of When Words Fail (“Propriety
and Elegance and a Bit of the Vernacular”), columnist Maurice Dunlevy jocularly referred
to the Horners as “picking on” journalists, since “Mixing metaphors is the
nearest most newspapers ever come to poetry.” Dunlevy said “the language of
Australian public life is often as clumsy as a duck in a ploughed paddock”. He believed
that “no attack on the press … has been so savage and yet so subtle as that by [these]
two Canberrans”. Their work was “wicked and seemingly dispassionate” … “Frank
Horner and Patricia Horner have attacked the freedom of the press by ridiculing
the freedom with which the press uses language.” Dunlevy added, “Who … cares if
the language of the news is as rough as a pig's breakfast? The Homers care,
that's who. And because they care they may deprive journalists of their freedom
not to care. Their documentary casebook collects examples of when words have
failed professional speakers and writers in Australia today and their notes
comment on the failures.”
Oh,
for such a couple of guardians of the English language “as she’s writ” today. What
appears online and in print from the fingers of modern journalists would
require not one slim work like When Words
Fail, but something of the four-volume, 510,000-word magnitude of Winston
Churchill’s opus, A History of the
English-Speaking Peoples. Thirty-seven years on from the appearance of When Words Fail, Dunlevy’s own words
have failed and, it’s clear, nobody cares any longer.
A week or so ago I was drawn to this book by its cover, adorned with a wonderful illustration by Frank Horner’s brother, Arthur Wellesley Horner (1916-1997), creator of the Colonel Pewter cartoon strip (which sometimes featured Fleet Street reporter Wesley Upchat). Frank and Arthur were members of an extraordinarily talented family, which also included Aboriginal rights activist John Curwen (“Jack”) Horner (1922-2010). They were the sons of Arthur Horner (1883-1969), a man who rose from being a vice-telegraph messenger in his home town of Riverton in South Australia in 1902 to director of Posts and Telegraphs in the federal Postmaster-General’s Department in 1948.
Jean and Jack Horner
Arthur Horner was said to have “had a seemingly
limitless imagination and amazing dexterity of vision and technique in the
comics medium”.
Born
at East Malvern in Victoria on October 28, 1917, Dr Frank Horner joined the New
South Wales Bureau of Statistics in 1935 and attended evening classes at Sydney
University to obtain a degree in economics. He was seconded to the Commonwealth
Treasury in 1940 but was eventually commissioned as a naval officer serving
mainly in New Guinea waters between 1943-46. Frank's wedding day with Pat in
January 1946 was put back a week because he had come down with malaria on the original date.
After post-graduate studies for his doctorate at the London School of
Economics, Frank returned to the bureau as assistant statistician and rose to
the position of assistant Government Statistician. In 1958 he joined the Commonwealth
Bureau of Census and Statistics in Canberra and was appointed deputy
Commonwealth Statistician in 1964. Frank was known for his pioneering work in
the introduction of social indicators to Australia and for his professional
rigour.
Following retirement from the public service, Frank abandoned figures for words and concentrated
his efforts on researching early French voyages in the Pacific. He published
two elegant works, French Reconnaissance:
Baudin in Australia in 1987 and Looking
for La Pérouse: D’Entrecasteaux in Australia and the South Pacific 1792-1793
in 1995. For these two ground-breaking books Frank was decorated by the French
government. On November 19, 2002, France’s Ambassador to Australia, Pierre
Viaux, presented Frank with the insignia of the Palmes Académiques (see image
below).
Frank
was also passionate about classical music and was on the committees of the
Canberra Youth Orchestra and the Canberra Symphony Orchestra.
This “Gang Gang” column about When Words
Fail appeared in The Canberra Times
in September 1980. Frank and Pat Horner might have been highly amused that when
the article appeared in print, it quoted Frank as using the word “badder”,
which a reader quickly pointed out in a letter to the editor. Frank replied
that he’d actually said “harder” and blamed the reporter’s tape recorder
(personally, I’d have blamed the reporter and the sub-editor and the check sub).
Pat Horner’s father, Dick Gray (1895-1979), was born
in Oxford in England and died there, but spent more than 30 years of his life
in Australia. After serving in World War I, he became inspector of forests on
the Nile in the Sudan and in July 1923 took up an appointment as a forester in
Western Australia. In 1927 he moved to Canberra to be one of the original
lecturers at the Australian Forestry School.
Dick Gray, circled, in
1935. Behind him, to his left, is one of his students, Lindsay Pryor,
ironically the son of a cartoonist, Oswald Pryor, and the father of a
well-known newspaper cartoonist, Geoff Pryor.
Patricia was born at Waverley Private Hospital on
Adelaide Terrace in Perth on March 4, 1924. Her parents moved to Canberra three
years later and Pat soon proved to be a brilliant student. She attended Telopea
Park School and at age 11 passed a high school entrance examination. Pat then
gained a Canberra scholarship from the Canberra High School on her leaving
certificate in 1940, aged 16. She did war work at Mount Stromlo Observatory in
1941. The next year Pat produced outstanding results in her first year Arts
course at Sydney University; she tied for first in English I and won the
MacCullum Prize and the Maud Stiles Prize for women students. She was third in
History. Pat graduated in 1946. Clearly possessed of a sharp intellect, in
later life she was unafraid to speak out on an extremely diverse range of
issues, from opening public libraries on Sundays to National Gallery entry
fees, banning casinos in Canberra and saving the city’s trees, building a
biological centre and providing better remand care.
Jack
Horner, like Frank, was educated at Sydney High School. He then studied art at
East Sydney Technical College before being called up to serve in the Australian
Army in 1943. In 1950, Jack and his wife Jean travelled to England, where they
found work designing and painting scenery for theatre productions. They
returned to Australia in 1953 – when Jack started work with the Law Book
Company. The couple became involved with the Workers’ Educational Association
and developed an awareness of discrimination against Aborigines, which led to
their involvement in campaigning for Aboriginal rights and taking an active
role in organisations supporting the cause. Jack and Jean joined the
newly-formed Aboriginal-Australian Fellowship in 1957 and campaigned for the
repeal of the New South Wales Aborigines Protection Act 1935. As the
fellowship’s secretary from 1958-66, Jack was responsible for campaigns to
remove discriminating clauses relating to Aboriginal people from New South
Wales laws and he was secretary of the “Vote Yes” Committee for the 1967
referendum to remove similar clauses from the Australian Constitution. Jack and
Jean were executive members of the Federal Council for the Advancement of
Aborigines and Torres Strait Islanders, Jack as vice-president and general secretary
and Jean as the treasurer. They were also members of the Australian Council of
Churches Commission on Aboriginal Development. Jack’s works include Seeking Racial Justice: An Insider's Memoir
for the Movement of Aboriginal Advancement, 1938-1978 and co-authorship of A Dictionary of Australian History.
* I acknowledge considerable assistance from Harriet Barry, daughter of Pat and Frank Horner.
Very interesting. We need someone like that in the USA. I remember reading a daily column on our local paper when I lived in Virginia about the mis-use of words and punctuation. The author offered very worthy advice. I wonder how many followed it? I often found myself observing the first statement above "First, and most obviously, they fail when they do not convey the intended meaning". I 'd write technical articles, and they would be well received. When I wrote others for the average factory worker they were often misunderstood.
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