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THE NEW YORKER RIDAY of this week drop in at the Waldorf week's issue anent Eugene Speicher. The printer had and see the Independent Show. As we go to us saying: "Not so bold as Bellows and yet not so press there is no catalogue at hand and we do imaginative.” What we had written was " as yet not not know what to promise. It will be interesting, you as imaginative." A poor phrase to haggle over but it can be sure, and contain something for everyone's represented us better than the transposition; we felt emotions whether it be pity, scorn, envy or admiration. that from now on Speicher would be more imagina- There will probably be a canvas there by your butcher tive, and we tried to say so. or the boy who presses your clothes of nights. And there may be a canvas by a girl or boy who will be acclaimed when Zuloaga's name is forgot. We never tire of looking at the things done by Henry Varnum Poor. The two times we found our- selves ten dollars ahead we bought pieces of his pot- Pa and Ma were having a fine time at the Willard tery. At the Montross Galleries, where his things are Metcalf show at the Milch Galleries. They had always on view, they are now holding a special ex- bought a Metcalf last year and were debating whether hibition of Poor's paintings and drawings as well as it would be another Metcalf this year or a new car. his pottery. You may not care for his paintings but So the dealer was agreeing with everything they said, you surely will like his pitchers, his bowls and his Awakening Spring she could just smell," and that plates, molded, turned and decorated by himself with was her choice. But he liked Closing Autumn: It a richness of glaze not equaled by any of the com- reminded him exactly of the place he used to hunt, mercial craft. outside Bangor. “You remember the spot, Minnie, I took you there once," It was a ticklish moment. The clerk saw $4,000 The Macy idea of art for the masses and pin money for the beginners seems to be thriving. The Gallery tottering on his doorstep and winking at an auto sales- announces a water-color exhibit beginning this week, room next door. We had to move on so we can't record the fate of that piece of art. all the work of young painters and all low priced. But we got the idea of an essay from what we overheard. How Two things we thought wrong with the first exhibit: The same subjects were retained too long and the much art, we wonder, is bought on account of recog- pictures sold were kept hanging until the last. nition? If we were running the gallery, as soon as a pic- Metcalf is your Belasco of painters. There she is ture was sold it would be wrapped up and sent home before you, Nature herself, nude or in any of her frocks from May back to April again. Masterly, and a half yards of gingham. to the purchaser along with the coffee pot and three clean cut, well managed with all the semblance of It is a great heginning and we hope it prospers. reality you can get on canvas this side of a tinted pho- We have a Babbitt soul when it comes to art; we be- tograph. Fifteen a year, they say he paints-$4,000 lieve that every family supporting a Ford should buy a picture. He deserves it all; few can do it better. at least one original painting. We would even enlist in a movement for a "Buy More Art Week.” Is there Fearing our comment would be too clear for art any board of governors for the art dealers of the criticism, the printer transposed a phrase on us in last country? There should be.-Froid Lyrics from the Pekinese "T: VII. O speak of the rolling of.logs And of logs and their rollers,- What kindly, reciprocal dogs Are these column-controllers! Purveyors of persiflage, hot, To the Intelligenti, They talk of themselves quite a lot And each other a-plenty; Outsiders, however, may freeze," Said the small Pekinese. Vill. IX. "The bose of the critical job "I like Mayor Hylan's remarks Is Omnipotent Mencken, On the themes he discusses, Who bullies the taste of the mob The concerts he gives in his parks, With his weighty gedenken, And the roar of his busses. While echo on echo requites dote on the music that rips His oracular firman. From his drum as he beats it; I don't understand what he writes I loved Mayor Hylan's eclipse As I know little German And I hope he repeats it. Or French or, for that, Portuguesc," Our Mayor endeavors to please," Said the small Pekinese, Said the small Pekinese. --Arthur Guiterman Digitized by Google