Life — June 29, 1911 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Life’s Otho Cushing ROM Mount Olympus to New Ro- chelle is not so far as one might suppose. The truth is that Mr. Otho Cushing maintains a private Mount Olympus of his own near his studio in the latter place. All the gods and god- desses are well cared for and lead happy and care s they are from their ancient responsibilities. In- deed, about all they have to do is to pose and utter modern witticisms ss lives, absolved Madison Square Garden I i8 several weeks since announcement was made of the sale of Madison Square Garden, and not yet has the sug- gestion perceptibly been offered that the building and tower be transferred to Central Park, This is a surprising omission. It is evident that the Garden (so-called) is a suitable adjunct to metropoli life and is besides consecrated by a thousand precious memories of things that have happened there. There Bryan spoke; there Bourke Cockran spoke both ways at various times, and always with splen- did value. There for a generation the horse show, the Wild West show and the circus have softened our civilization, Family ~LIFE- Album Mr. Cushing explained all about it when we dropped down upon him. “You see,” he said, “I extended an invitation to them all, and while I could offer them only the humble quarters of a model, they glad to cou “Things are not what they were,’ said Vulean with a sigh. ‘Modern gasoline engines have taken the place of the old style forge.’ And so, on the whole, they scem to be fairly well contented.” He led me out to the private Mount. And it was not until then that we real- ized how perfectly Mr. Cushing drew his figures. “You were born?” we asked politely “At an army post. My father fought for the Union and my mother was on the other side. In my boyhood I was hurried from post to post, from North Carolina to Alaska.” “And you studied?” “ First in Boston at the Art Museum d later at the Académie Julien, under Constant and Laurens.” “When did you begin to develop your interesting and individual style?” “In Paris. It is really quite simple were if—— “One knows formula?” “T should say about as follows: “ First—Copy a figure of Praxiteles. “ Second—Hint over this a few mod- ern clothes. “Third—Put a joke under it so his- toric in its nuances that the modern reader is amused by the contrast—it is all quite easy.” It certainly seems easy as Mr. Cush- ing describes it, but—try it and see! how. What is your and annual French balls and other balls have fastructed our youth. When Dowie came to New York he came there; if we had a convention in New York we would have it there. There is no doubt at all that the city needs that Garden for extraordinary civic uses. It should do its part as a city to keep it where it is and largely as it 1s, and that part would naturally be; if not to buy it, at least to remit taxation of it. Considering the amount of property that gocs untaxed in New York and weighing the average civic usefulness of that property against the average civic usefulness of the Madison Square Garden, it is absurd not to exempt the Garden from taxation if that would save it to the city. The Reply Disdainful URING a revival meeting in a Methodist church near Cincinnati a number of converts were secured, and several of them requested that instead of sprinkling they be baptized by im- mersion, The Methodist church was provided with a baptismal font, but not with a pool, immersions being infrequent among its accessions to membership. So one of the deacons, anxious that the new members should not be disappointed in their wholly iaudable desire to be im- mersed, constituted himself a committee to call upon the ruling spirit of the Bap- tist church—not the pastor, but a rather haughty gentleman who held the Metho- dists in small favor, and who was slight- ly jealous of the success of their re- vival, The deacon explained the cir- cumstances to this pillar and asked as a favor that the Methodist. converts might be immersed in the Baptist pool. “What? Immerse Methodists in our pool?” ejaculated the Baptist leader. “Certainly. We would appreciate the kindness very much, and —.” “Well, you go back and tell your church that our church isn’t taking in any washing!" DWARD HARRIGAN is dead. Be- ginning thirty-five years ago, he did a great deal to promote cheerful in New York. His plays and his songs—the Mulligan Guards series, and its successors, to which Dave Bra- ham wrote the music—were as whole- some in their gayety, even though not so finished in their art as the products of Gilbert and Sullivan, and in the late seventies and the eightics they had great success among simple seekers after tune- ful relaxation. Not many American playwrights have set their mark so deep on their gencration as Edward Harri- gan did. spirits Clouds ISCOUNT HALDANE, British War Minister, is a deep student of metaphysics. His translation of Schop- enhauer is much admired, and it in ferred that he could put even a decision of the United States Supreme Court into plain English, RS. LOUDTONE: John, do you think a scarlet hat would be too much for me? Huspanp: I don’t know. heard you in one. I've neves comicbooks.com