Life — June 6, 1912 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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Life’s R. M. Crosby I F you have ever tried to find your way over Boston in an xroplane, you will understand the difficulty that beset us when it beeame necessary for us to in- terview one of our most noted contribu- tors. Boston lies scattered heterogene- ously all about Mr. Crosby's studio in Boylston Sirect. We narrowly escaped running into Faneuil Hall and would have fallen over into the Back Bay twice had not the wind suddenly changed. Once in Mr, Crosby's studio, however, the at- mosphere grew warm, and we felt at home immediately. Several Crosby cupids were sitting around and one or two de- mure looking Crosby girls reposed on casels. A modest, simple-appearing young gentleman came forward and in- quired our business. “We desire, sir, to convey to the readers of Lire something about your- self and your work; how you draw and under what circumstances you have come to draw; also why you live in Boston.” “Dear me! I presume I live in Bos- ton because I was born in Grand Rapids Boston, you know, is supposed to be an antidote for Grand Rapids.” Family *LIFE Album “When did you first begin your first craving for art?” “T can't remember.” “How many art schools have you at- tended?” “Nor “What! No art schools! No pre- liminary! Sir, what were you doing all those young years?” “Well, [ went to Andover first and then to Yale. Then I began drawing for Lire “Is that all?” “LT have beech abroad some, but that is incidental “Do you mean to tell us, Mr. Crosby, that you dare to live in Boston and to draw such exceedingly delightful girls and yet you have no art education? ” “Well, I suppose I must have an art education somewhere—but if I have, it is derived mainly from a perusal of Hamilton Mabic’s ‘ Fireside Thoughts on Great Pictures.’ Anything else “T have traveled as far west as Den- but T have never seen Mr. Roose- “Do you have any recreation: “Tam rather fond of conducting the clusive trout from its pellucid pool to my circumambient wicker. I also. in habit Cape Cod occasionally We were by this time becoming des perate. We looked at him searchingly “Now, Mr. Crosby,” we said severely, “please do not misunderstand us. Your pictures have about them an atmosphere, a delicacy, a fecling of extraordinary re- finement—much as we dislike to use that word—which can only come from a dra matic past. Are there no exciting inci- dents—have you never murdered a young child in cold blood, or created a revolw ion in South America, or escaped from ail or been reincarnated “Haven't you done something excit- ing—something to show how you do those pictures?” “ Absolutely nothing “What do you consider the essentials for pictures like yours “A fair quality of bristol board, some India ink and a pen.” “Do you think Boston has anything to do with it? Mr. Crosby smiled ambiguously “Not necessarily,” he said. “But I think that Grand Rapids might have had.” Mrs, Swallow: MY DEAR MRS. SraK ROW, YOU DON'T MEAN TO SAY YOU Liver VERE ALL THE YEAR RouND. We nave JUST RETURNED FROM THE SOUTH, WHERE WE ALWAYS SPEND OUR WINTERS. What Money What Money Can Buy, Cannot Buy Advice. Ancestry. Bonds, Bliss. Children Devotion. Companionship. Divorces. Ease. Friendship. Gratitude. Health. Illusion. Governments. Houses. Indigestion. Jewelry. Joy. irks Kindness. Love. Mind Nature. Ostentation. Originality. Politicians. Peace. Queens. Quiet. Religion. Respect. Sacraments. Sincerity. Travel. Time. Underwriters. Understanding. Vulgarity. Virtue. Wines. Wisdom. You(?). Youth. This is ay as Ti \ tire yar. Bi pent in ire was | Then 0 ame th ahers abv ike wildfir constr We where {c tantly conditio There comicbooks.com