Life — November 27, 1902 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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465 his pictures to my friend Croesus and advised him to buy it. ‘You'll never regret it,’ said I; and henever did. Even art connoisseurs, it appears, must live and learn. Isaac Anderson. “* QHE seems like a real pleasant cook."” “She is. She always says good morning, even if she doesn’t get down until noon.” SPORTING NOTE Twyckenbam Browne was muleted of one hundred and fifty dollars fine last eek by the game warden of Squab Fotiow, tor killing ® pedestrian in the season. ‘“Twyckie” is much mortified at the incident. The Millionaire and the Connoisseur. CERTAIN man, whose wealth was accumulating faster than he could conveniently spend it, went forth to purchase some works of art with which to adorn the walls of his palatial residence. Going to a place where paintings and statuary were for sale, he found a great multitude of pictures, good, bad and indifferent, the latter being in an overwhelming majority. Among all these pictures he found one which pleased him, a landscape by an obscure artist named Jones. He was about to order this picture sent to his house, when he was interrupted by a connoisseur who asked if he really intended to buy ‘that thing.” The millionaire replied -that he did; whereupon the connoisseur smiled a superior smile amd said: “Who ever heard of Jones?” “T'm sure I don't know,” answered the millionaire. ‘Iam quite certain I never did, but I like the picture.” “But why don’t you buy something worth having?” inquired the other. ‘* Here is a genuine Dauberowski, and over there is a beautiful Van der Mudd. Why not buy one of those?” “I don’t like them,” replied the would-be purchaser. “But you ought to like them. All the critics agree that they are exquisite ex- amples of the modern school of art.” “That may be very true,” answered the millionaire, ‘‘but it does not alter the fact that this little landscape suits me to a dot. I have often been told that I ought to like stewed terrapin, but the fact remains that I prefer corned beef and cabbage.” ‘ou are a Philistine,” retorted the con- eur, angrily. Am I?” returned the accused one. “Well, if that is the case, then I am buying pictures for a Philistine, and I intend to consult his tastes only.” And so he bought the picture. Other mil- lionaires following his example, Jones soon becameas well known as DauberowskiorVan der Mudd. Quite recently the connoisseur was heard to remark, while looking at the work of a struggling artist named Smith: “Who ever heard of this man Smith? Why don't you buy one of Jones's pictures? He is one of the greatest, if not the greatest of our modern artists. I discovered Jones, by the way. Years ago, long before anyone ever heard of Jones, I showed one of Thanksgiving Talk. For the food we have to eat; For the turkey’s tender meat ; For contentment, peace and health; For a modicum of wealth ; For the money in the banks: Thanks! For the new books of the year; For tobacco, whiskey, beer ; For the weather—more or less ; For the theatre and press With their wisdom and their pranks : For the Flag—red, white and blue; For our Country—how it grows! For a President who knows How to handle Kings—and Cranks: For whatever one has got— Wife and children, house and lot ; Lastly, for this holiday And the chance to speak and say— For life's prizes—not its blanks— Thanks! VY, too; Thanks! Thanks! Feliz Carmen, comicbooks.com