Life — November 22, 1900 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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LITTLE BOT, 18 THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO ror yout” “om, yes! IP You WOULD ONLY TRY To MAKE YOUR Los GRow BIGGER! MAMMA PROMISED THEM TO ME FOR THANKSGIVING." Art Is Long. a N indignant — English- woman has written to the 3 Spectator to protest against \. the opening of Hereford 2M House to board school Ne" children. She says thes children do not intelligently appreciate the Wallace pic- tures, which is no doubt true; that they“ wander aimlessly,” a sin not unknown to adults; and that the teachers who ac- company them “know little of. art in general, and of French eighteenth century art in par- ticular.”” But is it not a trifle un- reasonable, even in these days of pedagogic omniscience, to Eve TRE plication table, will be up in French cighteenth century art? Do the benevolent ladies ‘who escort little bands of sales- women and factory hands around our own winter exhibi- tions know anything about art? Are the factory hands supposed to study art in these personally conducted tours? Now and then they are requested, by way of encouragement and patronage, to vote for the pic- ture they think best; and it was discovered that a really practical body of Philadelphia weavers were under the im- pression that the painting so selected would be bought by the Academy of the Fine Arts which had called in their assist- ance before purchasing. When we are all trying so hard to impart our «esthetic ignorance to the working man, and to show him that the luxuries of life are better and finer than its necessities, it is not right in the Spectator to sound a discouraging note. Tho British Museum, suggests its correspondent, is the proper place for ‘teaching art to in- fant minds,’ and she also unworthily hints that there at 413 least the infant bodies will not be so sadly in people’s way. But the British Museum seems a large order for infancy, and the children might “ wander aimlessly ” through that vast institution with little result save active exercise. In this country we scorn to consult our own convenience, or to doubt the efficacy of our methods. ‘I am begging pictures for my poor peo- ple,” wrote a philanthropic New York woman to a friend who had recently returned from Europe. ‘* Something to decorate their walls, Not modern subjects, please. I have plenty of those already, and so much modern art is meretricious. Send me some good photographs of the antique.’’ Agnes Repplier. Unkind. ORD WOLSELEY, the other day, described the British officer as “not only the finest specimen of humanity extant and the finest fight- ing man, but a man unequaled in the armies of the world.” Is Lord Wolseley trying to be facetious or has he not yet heard of the Boer war? THE fact that most of tho people who make fools of themselves do so unconsciously saves the world a great deal of pain. ORD comes from Boston that the entire entrance floor of Young's Hotel is to be remodeled at great cost. This is interesting to the un- feeling world, but must be dire news to the cohort of guides who have made their living for generations by piloting strangers through the intricate entrances of Young's Hotel to and from its office. «X7OUNG MAN, I began life as an office boy, and through long years of unremit- ting toil worked myself up to the top of the ladder. And now you come to me without a cent and want to marry my daughter.”” expect that a public school teacher, who struggles daily with fractions and the multi- Mrs, Bug: Mrs. Beetle : WHY, WHAT'S THE MATTER, MRS. BEETLE? GUESS I MUST MAVE USED TOO MUCH BAKING POWDER IN MY BREAD. “That's all right, sir. Iam only profiting now by the mis- takes you made.””