Life, 1919-06-12 · page 10 of 46
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This page satirizes the American art establishment's dismissal of Western and Midwestern culture. The main article criticizes how Eastern cultural gatekeepers—centered on Broadway and New York—ignore art from regions like Oklahoma and Kansas. Professor Oscar B. Jacobson is cited arguing that Western states lack time for "Art, music or literature" due to industrial preoccupation. The top illustration titled "For What Got Squaw?" depicts Native Americans, sardonically commenting on Western artistic subjects deemed primitive or exotic by Eastern elites. The lower cartoon, "The New Sherlock," shows two men discussing an apparent theft—likely satirizing how Eastern sophisticates view Western culture as unsophisticated or criminal. The satire targets regional cultural bias and Eastern snobbery toward non-coastal American artistic contributions.
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Pioneers of Health FTE of modest restraint, American is at last coming to the rescue of the Middle West. New York, tolerating St. Louis and Kansas City antl other hotbeds of commer- cialism, has girded up its loins and is going to do Art has hitherto heen confined, straining at its leash, to Greenwich Village and the Back Bay. But the spirit of sacrifice is abroad in the land. — Forty: Street) and Broadway will clasp hands with Peoria. Chicago will breathe a new spirit of enraptured vision, The Federation of Arts, at the Metropolitan Museum, has decided to send out art exhibits west- I these yea the seaboard second ward to uplift the henighted hordes of Oklahoma. Says Professor Oscar B. Jacobson : cite that sculptor, papers gave only ath and to his will rench As an mple, I when Rodin, the died, the Oklahom: two lines to his d ifework. Professor Jacobson declares that the western states have been so busy get- ting rich through oil and other indus- tries that they have no time for art, inusic or literature. Prairie wagons fully equipped with a few old masters, and will trek through the western wilds. No expense will be spared to make the tour a grand success. It is hoped that Allen Eaton, field of the Federation; Robert De Forest, presi- dent, and Joseph Pennell will person- ally exhibit themselves. There will be one-night stands in the smaller ham- lets, and longer stays in larger settle- ments. The company will take along its in to against disaster. A of choppers will travel on ahead to clear the way. With the aid of a mariner’s compass, a sextant and a wireless out- fit, it is expected that the journey will be made in about six months. The old masters will buttressed by bags and defended by machine-guns, and all proper precautions will be taken to protect them from the herds of Bolsheviki that roam the Mis sippi valley. Appropriate lectures, set- ting forth the claims of Art, will be have been secretary own food order provide band wood- be sand- “FOR WHAT GOT sQUAW? given daily by orators who have pre- viously been trained at publishers’ ad- vertising dinners to carry everything before them, If there should happen to be in any settlement visited any person of such pronounced intellectual bias that he has heard of Art before, he will be examined by the committee, with a view to his visiting New York and becoming acquainted with Art in its own home. He will he led up and down the Rialto, chained to a roof gar- den, and permitted to forgather with the a” magazine illustrators of the Metropo. lis. When his latent art ideals ha thus been aroused, he will be clothed and fed and taken to the Metrop Museum. After having joined the Art Critics’ Union, for which he will thea be fully qualified, he will be let Ik to go home and purify the atmosp! of his old home town. HE sea serpent may show up the first of July, but this yea man is not likely to see two of tl The New Sherlock: My pear wat “ MARVELOU DN, ROBBED AT EIGHT O'CLOCK LAST EVENING. R'S WINE-CELLAR WAS TING AT THE CULPRIT, THE VAN BIBI LAM Por comicbooks.com