Life — May 16, 1895 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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322 - LIFE - WITH THE SCULPTORS. HE American sculptors are always surprising us by the excellence of their work; and that we should feel this surprise is possibly the fault of the American painters, whose average is so depressingly trivial that we thoughtlessly accept it as a national standard of art. The present exhibition at the Fine Art Building on Fifty-Seventh Street not isit, but is a cheering offset to the many square feet of rasping “impressions ” that recently covered the same walls. With the present exhibitors impressionism is evidently not a fad. The work is serious, earnest, and professional, and it is obvious that the American sculptor respects his art. A rare taste has been shown in the disposition of plants and flowers, and in the decoration of the rooms, As one enters the main hall he feels himself in a purer atmosphere, and many miles from his every-day life. A FLING AT POETS. F I had a girl with golden hair, And teeth of exquisite pearl, And eyes that were gems, resplendent, rare, Do you know what I'd do with that girl? I'd carry the beautiful, precious thing Right down to a jeweler’s place, And Id Sell her quick for what she would bring As an ornament to her race. Arthur Grissom, York and marry a real heiress, He does not suspect what a hard time we have putting on all these exclusive airs, when papa’s principal- ity isn’t as big as a Texas ranch,” “If we only were the daughters of a real cattle king,” sighed Allean, ‘* what a gorgeous time we could have! 1 can't imagine how anybody can choose to trot around over Europe and live in hotels, when they might have a house on Fifth avenue, with the boundless prairies for their backyard.” “Where did you pick up such romantic ideas ?" asked her sister. “I've been talking with our brother about America. He picks it up in scraps from Amer- AN IMPRESSION OF THE AUTHOX THE PRINCESS ALLEAN, ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO RicHaRD HaRoING Davis. ET us go back to Grass,” said the Princess Allean, as she craned her beautiful but rather thin neck over the balcony of the Royal Hotel in Athens. “Why 2" asked her royal. sister, trying to unlace the corsage of her only respectable ball dress, as she stood just inside the window, “Oh, Lam tired to death of dodging that young American artist who has been pursuing us all the way from London,” said Allean. * What a ridiculous young person he i “Those Americans are a queer lot,” replied her sister, ‘I've no doubt he thinks it quite romantic to chase a Princess. If he only knew what a poor crowd we are he'd go back to New who was s she craned her beautiful but rather thin neck over the balcony." icans in the smoking-room,” said Allean. * He thinks that the young artist isn’t such an awful duffer as he seems to be. The other day he said, * Allean, I'd introduce the boy to you and fret it over with, but I'm afraid he might ask to paint your picture, and you know we couldn't stand that.’ " “Why not ?" asked the sister. “Well, we've seen some samples of his work,” replied Allean, ‘and we're afraid the art critics of Hohenwald might rebel against the dynasty if we tried to hang one of his por- traits in the royal gallery.” “Do you think he is really in love with you ?" asked the sister. simply wants an excuse to travel and give his valet something to occupy his mind, I gave him every chance to speak to me yesterday on the Acropolis when brother was not around, but the little fool just stared at me as though I were a figure from the Parthenon frieze.”