The Fine Arts this week is showing a selection of Walt Disney's best. A rising school of criticism in this country ranks Mr. Disney as the foremost American artist. The furore produced for example, by "The Three Little Pigs", in merchandise, music, and mational thought, is unparalleled in the history of artistic phenomena. Besides Mr. Disney's delightful fantasies modestly called Silly Symphonies, replete with brilliant color, there is Mickey Mouse, man's only rodent friend.

All of these are real works of art in a twentieth-century medium. "Gulliver Mickey", for example, has happily seized upon the delight of miniatures, of 100 doll-house bric-a-brac, latent in the "Travels", and given them a separate existence, the satire being discarded. Disney has come a long way from the days when visual puns were the heart of an animated cartoon. You remember: Felix the Cat used to have trouble entering fourth-story windows, only to sprout columns of huge question marks out of his head and use them as the necessary ladder. Insead of this we now have visual metaphors. The break of day, for example, is represented by the somber heavens' splitting along the lines between the stars and falling to the earth in chips, to have a bright sky in their place.

The other item besides the news is really refreshing. It is called "Skiing in Austria", and is good enough to have been held over from last week. There are some shots of dazzling winter scenery, and the skiing tingles with exhilaration.