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Still Attacking His Ancient Enemy — Conformity
Edith Efron

Walt Disney marshals the forces of his imagination to strike out in new directions — despite sneers of critics and 'sophisticates'

A cheerful group of men sits at a round table in the commissary, chatting, laughing and lunching. Their high spirits are not surprising. They are stockholders, and their company is doing well. Their annual report – adorned with a photograph of Mickey Mouse leading a triumphal parade in front of a white, fairy-tale castle – says, in its very first paragraph: "Consolidated net profit after taxes ... for the discal year ended Oct. 3, 1964 was $7,057,435."

At a near-by table, a tall heavy-set man is chatting away, in his slow, affably rambling fashion, about his theories of color and composition. "Purpose," he says, "determines composition. Now, for instance, if I were to paint that stockholders' meeting over there..." Then, he grins slowly. "Well, if I wanted to sell it to them... I'd sure feature the Chairman of the Board."

It's a fanciful notion, in this ease, because the affable, rambling man is somewhat in the position of the gold to the stockholders of a gold mine. It is from his amazing imagination that the "consolidated net profit after taxes" has flowed. He is Walt Disney. And he rarely bothers to go to stockholders' meetings.




Source type Magazine
Volume 13.29 (642)
Language en
Document type Feature
Media type text
Page count 5
Pages pp. 10-14


Id 3508
Availability Free
Inserted 2017-11-15