Evening Star Newspaper, February 13, 1921, Page 66

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. (.—ROTOGRAVURE SECTION—FEBRUARY 13, 1921 AMONG US MORTALS Art for the Masses By W. E. HILL Copyrmpht 1921 ¥ ¥ Triduse Inc ~ Mrs. Emma Pal- ' frey, who has ainted nothing ut floral studies for at least twenty years, is opening her heart to Mr. Judy and is telling him all about how each year she finds some new subtlety in flower painting, and how no one since the time of Giotto has really painted a flower subjectively, etc. Mr. Judy has a vague feeling that Mrs. Palfrey ex- pects an order, and is edging toward the door. “Now, Carrie, you know perfectly well you wouldn't want a couple of naked women sit- ting around your drawing room in real life.” ‘“Oh well, 1 sup- pose I'm not educated up to it!” “I heard he made twenty thousand out of his one-man show!" Little group of contemporary artists at a loan exhibition talking over “‘Art for Art’s Sake.” It’s g0 hard to figure out just what the dealers really want. Agnes has it on good guthority that etchings of ducks flying over marshes are the only things dealers will touch this season, which is a great surprise to Lilyan, who heard only yesterday that water eolors of fish and fruit were the only subjects that one could sell nowadays. Agnes is going straight home to start a still life of a mess of white- bait, and Lilyan is going to do a marsh full of speckled ducks this very afternoon. And whatever they do, the dealers will say that any other season but this the pictures would probably sell, etc. The lady who sits at the desk in the art gallery and hands out the cat- alogues has a pret- ty tough job. Not only does she have to sit and look at the pictures all day, but she has to play audience to the artists when there’s no ane else around to hear their views on art. Maurice K. Feath- erstone is expound- ing for the benefit of Miss Gedney, ardian of the humbtack Gal- le?, his theory of red blues and blue yellows used in- tensively in rela- tion to the blue reds and the yel- low reds. Miss “It’s a road, not a puddle—isn’t that a chicken Gedney is begin- in the corner?” “Why, I'm sure it's not a ning to crack un- road—it couldn’t be—don't you see the der the strain. waves?” A little difference of opinion over a very modern work of art. “They don’t make a cent till they die. As soon as an artist dies he gets thirty thousand for one painting. Some life, boy!” Eddie and Wen- defi, attendants de luxe at the Touch and Go Gal- lery, modern paintings a specialty, give it as their opinion that art is a pretty punk livelihood. Art critic on an evening paper who has found something to pick on. The buyer. It’s all the same to Mrs. Clock whether the subject be fish, fowl or beast, so long as the canvas will fit the little oc- tagonal space between the door and the window of her living room. “Here’s a nice.one, Mary! It's called ‘Girl With a Dirty Face'!”” The comic who makes fun of all the pictures and has a beautiful time supplying humorous. titles Very much appreciated by everybody but the artist. *He’s no good at all as a pamter, but he’s a darn good busines: —that's w is wi e The art student’s verdict of a popular canvas. L s man—that's why his work sells!