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F—4 THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., MARCH 17, 1935—PART FOUR. NOTES FROM THE REALM OF LITERATURE AND ART THOMAS WOLFE’S BIG NOVEL! “Of Time and the River” Is Large in Size and Subject—A Life of William Hazlitt—Letters of an to- | By Sarah Bowerman. OF TIME AND THE RIVER. A Le- gend of Man'’s Hunger in His Youth. By Thomas Wolfe. New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons. N ABOUT the middle of his novel of over 900 pages Thomas Wolfe supplements the key which he has given in his subtitle. He says: “Man’s youth is a wonderfyl thing; it is so full of anguish and of magic and he never comes to know it as it is until it has gone from him forever.” Contrasting with the anguish of youth is Mr. Wolfe's terrible pic- ture of diseased, hopeless, fearing old age, as he describés the old men on the hospital porch in Baltimore, where Will Gant, father of Eugene, is slowly | and agonizingly dying. Mr. Wolfe is not the first who has written com- | paratively of the tragedy of life, early and late. The Victorian Matthew Ar- nold wrote, less repulsively than Mr. Wolfe, but with as great poignancy, of “Growing Old" and said in another poem, “Youth's Agitations,” “And sigh that one thing only has been lent To | youth and age in common—discon- tent.” | ~Of Time and the River” is osten- | sibly the story of Eugene Gant through a few years of his youth and young manhood, during which he| leaves his home in Altamont, a town of the Southern mountains; goes to Harvard, to New York, to Oxford, to France and Germany, and finally re- turns to America, which has caused | him untold bitterness and repugnance, | but which is still his America. The | major course of the story checks with | the events of Mr. Wolfe’s own life | and “Of Time and the River” may | probably be taken to be to a great| extent autobiographical. In fact, in relating the unhappy experiences of | Eugene while teaching in New York | City, Mr. Wolfe once forgets the fic- tional screen and says: ‘“Accord- ingly, the love letters which this great- nosed innocent now wrote to them, and | read to me, were extraordinary and unwitting productions of defense and Justification.” But “Of Time and the River” is not a one-man story; it is | too big for that. Eugene is its cen- | ter, but it is also the story of his | drab little mother, his neurotic sister Helen, his stammering brother Luke, the romantic Francis Starwick, with the rotten spot which would eventu- ally destroy him; the earnest, bombas- tic Abe Jones, the numerous young women whom Eugene leaves but never forgets, and many others who cross Eugene's path and make an impres- | sion on his suscpetible and groping mind. Mr. Wolfe's versatility and penetration in character creation seem unlimited. Interrupting the narrative at inter- vals are prose lyrics, little essays, ex- pressions of feeling which intensify the very personal quality of the style. Such are the paean to “immortal drunkenness,” the ode to October, one of the beautiful passages in a book not too full of beauty, and another ode to the Hudson River, which “drinks from out of the inland | slowly; it is like vats that well with purple and rich wine.” Mr. Wolfe's eating scenes rival those of Dickens; where food is concerned he is both epicure and poet. There is the master- pilece of description of Eugene and Starwick at the Posillipo restaurant in Boston, ordering viands with the par- ticularity of gourmets, which gether make up the regular table d’hote meal, the only one served. | ‘There is the raid on the refrigerator | when Eugene is visiting Joel Pierce | at his country home on the Hudson, | which produces “a noble roast of | beef,” “a plump broiled chicken,” a | smokily pungent Austrian ham, vege- tables in their congealed butter, mel- lons, berries and a whole compartment of cream. During these years of Eu- gene's life many luscious meals are ordered and relished; also many | times Eugene is hungry, both physi- cally and spiritually. This second big novel of Mr. Wolfe shows a great advance in maturity over his earlier novel, “Look Homeward, Angel,” which caused Sinclair Lewis to say that Wolfe “may have a chance to be the greatest American writer.” Mr. Wolfe’'s work is strong meat. His attack on life is fierce, bitter, de- nunciatory. He finds in it much that 1s obscene, but also much of magic. THE FOOL OF LOVE (A Life of William Hazlitt). By Hesketh | Pearson. New York: Harper & Brothers, COUNTED in his own day as one of the chief English prose writers, a member of the group intimate with Coleridge, Wordsworth and Lamb, William Hazlitt is an illustration of the theory, recently reiterated by Andre Maurois in his biography of Dickens, that the private affairs of a man of genius should not be too severely judged by ordinary people. Acceptance of that theory does not, however, prevent authors from in- vestigating and readers from enjoying all the scandals that can be unearthed in connection with the lives ‘of the great or the prominent. That is why Byron and Empress Elizabeth of Aus- tria are such popular subjects of biography; why Tennyson and Long- fellow are so comparatively neglected. Mr. Pearson, a brilliant writer, has done only casual justice to Hazlitt's work as an essayist and this Life can hardly be considered a complete biography, because it is so centered, with minute details, upon the one love affair of Hazlitt's many which unbalanced his unstable nature most | disastrously. The title, however, in- dicates the orientation of the book, 80 neither readers nor ecritics have cause for complaint. Such criticism as Mr. Pearson dces give of Hazlitt's essays is sound and untrammeled by old conventions. He estimates his minor essays, for example, more highly than his more pretentious works, “Characters of Shakespeare’s Plays” and the “Life of Napoleon Bonaparte,” by which he is usually known in histories of literature. William Hazlitt was an insatiable sensualist, to such an extent indeed that he should probably be pro- nounced mentally abnormal. One romantic love affair followed another, from his youth almost to his death, always accompanied by an obsession of inferiority on his part. Other associations, neither romantic nor reputable, were also continuous in his life. His two marriages were unhappy and ended in separations. Who can wonder and who can blame the two Mrs. Hazlitts? The affair which “re- duced everything else in the world to insignificance “began when he was 42 and ended, as far as his feeling was concerned, only with his death 10 later. In 1820 he left his wife and went to live in lodgings in Chan- cery Lane in the house of a tailor. ‘When first the tailor's'daughter, Sarah | which his son called a “regretted pub- Engineer’s Wife. ‘Walker, brovght his tea to his room, he knew that she was “what he had searched for all his life, the idol of his imagination, the goddess of his dreams.” She was in reality a very ordinary and vulgar young woman, desirous of making a good marriage, but meanwhile willing to permit a few familiarities to her mother's lodgers for the sake of keeping them contented. Hazlitt himself told much of the story, rather too much for good taste, of his agonies of love and jealousy and the coquetry and deceit of Sarah, in the book “Liber Amoris,” lication.” In orer to marry Sarah, he persuades his wife to consent to & divorce, for which they both went to Scotland, but when the divorce was obtained, Sarah allowed him to dis- cover that she had never intended to marry him, had in fact long been ridiculing him while she philandered with another and younger man. In “The Fool of Love,” Mr. Pearson has Thomas Wolfe, author of “Of Time and the Rive: and her husband in Bolivia and Peru during the nine years when he was engineering and she was housekeeping and teaching. Such unaccustomed circumstances as she encountered she was able to meet the more light- heartedly because for the three years before going to South America they had tried farming on a 45-acre ranch | in a California irrigation project, do- i ing most of the work themselves, | while Mrs. Woods also taught in a| country school. So the shift from washing the separator (her especial detestation), caring for chickens and turkeys, cleaning house, washing clothes and baking interminable rows of bread, cakes and pies, all after | school hours, to troubles with drinking | and thieving Indian servants in min- | ing towns seemed no cause for grumbling. Mr. Woods, known as Clarence in his wife’s letters, was superintendent of the mine at Pulacayo, manager at " a sequel of his earlier novel, “Look Homeward, Angel. chosen a far less interesting person- ality, a far less brilliant man, than he chose in his biography of Sydney Smith, “The Smith of Smiths,” which was published about a year ago and is one of the most satisfying of mod- ern biographies. But England has produced only one Sydney Smith. ROBERT MILLS. Architect of the ‘Washington Monument. 1781-1855. | By H. M. Pierce Gallagher. New York: Columbia University Press. S THE shaft of the Washington Monument has recently been clad | with elaborate scaffolding for repair work, its gracefulness has been tem- | porarily lost, but its height and the stupendousness of the task of its erec- tion have been accentuated. While | thousands of people from all over the United States have gazed in admira- tion at the obelisk from the near van- tage points of the Monument Grounds and Washingtonians have looked for it as a beloved landmark from every part of the city, it is doubtful if many have known anything about the archi- tect beyond his name. Robert Mills was “our first native-born architect regularly trained for the profession. * * * Harrison, Hoban, Thornton, Had- field and Latrobe were English born; L’Enfant, Hallet, Mangin and Gode- froi were Frenchmen: Jefferson and | Bulfinch were American gentlemen, | self-trained in architecture.” Born in | Charleston in 1781, Mills studied | architecture under Hoban, Jefferson and Latrobe, representatives of three architectural styles, the Palladian, the Roman and the Greek. The architectural accomplishment of Robert Mills was not limited to the Washington Monument. He worked in South Carolina, New Jersey, Pennsyl- vania, Maryland, Virginia and Mas- sachusetts, as well as for the Govern- ment in Washington. His work in- cluded churches, college buildings, bridges, monuments, court houses, cus- tom houses, prisons, hospitals and resi- dences. Some of his most important structures, of which there were about 50, were the old State Capitol at Har- risburg, the Patent Office, old Post Office and Treasury in Washington, the New Bedford, Mass., custom house, the Congregational Church in Charles- ton, the Monumental Church in Rich- mond, the First Baptist Church in Philadelphia, the Washington Column in Baltimore. The author of this biography of Robert Mills, a woman, has spent many years in her study and has dis- covered many of Mills' papers and many of his drawings, which are re- produced among the illustrations. She divides her text into two parts, the first dealing with Mills’ personal life as a “citizen and friend of Presidents,” the second with his work as “archi- tect and city planner.” The five chap- ters of the second part are devoted respectively to public buildings, churches, dwellings, monuments, and his work as engineer and nation plan- ner. Mills is placed among the “most brilliant of the Greek revivalists in America.” A number of appendices add to the value of the book, which is an important contribution to early American biography and history. HIGH SPOTS IN THE ANDES. Peruvian Letters of a Mining En- gineer's Wife. By Josephine Hoeppner Woods. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons. IN VIVACIOUS, slangy letters to two school friends, Mrs. Woods | She writes describes,” with the detail that most readers delight in, the life of herself Chojnacota, and finally owner of the Santo Domingo Mine. Yet his wife has never been into a South American mine, because of the superstition among the miners that if a woman enters the mine a death will soon oc- cur. She went through a strike, how- ever, at Pulacayo, when the French manager was so dragged about and | battered that he was in a hospital at In health, | Mrs. Woods had a better record than | He had one operation ' La Paz for five months. her husband. and a run of typhoid fever, but she apparently had only one altitude headache and suffered no ill effects from a hazardous journey by motor and train over washed-out roads and through swollen streams, from Huan- carani to Arequipa, where her hus- band lay ill in a hospital. It was in Fepruary and March, the worst part of the rainy reason, when no one travels in that part of the Andes un- less from dire necessity. Mrs. Woods tells of many cases of altitude sickness, or “soroche,” some quickly over as the first step in ac- chmatization, some so serious as to couse the sufferers to be carried hasti- 7, with no prospect of return, from those heights of 15,000 to 18,000 feet. Struggles with menus and food budgets, the entertaining of officials, journeys back and forth to the coast, teaching “Evangeline” to native chil- dren, mine rivalries and disorders, gold and silver hopes, all enliven Mrs. | Woods' story about everyday life. She hardly even alludes to South Ameri- can history, art, literature or arch- cology. Other writers have done that. of such things as any woman would like to know about her | | friend living in a foreign land. SIXTY YEARS OF THE LITERARY SOCIETY. By Helen Nicolay. Washington, D. C.: Privately Printed. O are the intelligenzia? What are they? Some of them at least are harbored in the Literary Society, which never sends in notices about itself to the club or society columns, but is modestly proud of its age and distinguished member- ship. Not long ago it held its 500th | meeting, and in January of 1934 it | was 60 years old. Celebrating the birthday, Miss Helen Nicolay, daugh- ter of John G. Nicolay, who was an original member, gave a paper before the society, which has been printed, | with a list of members, past and pres- | ent, in an attractive, slender book bound in two tones of green. The Literary Society came into the quiet provincial world of Washington on January 6, 1874, in the back par- lor of Miss Esmeralda Boyle, 723 Twenty-first street. Olive Risley Seward, adopted daughter of Lin- coln’s Secretary of State, was another founder. The membership was at first limited to 30, but was afterward extended to 40, the number of the “immortals” of the French Academy. One of the original members, Miss Julia T. R. McBlair, is still living and attended & meeting this season. Authors, artists, musicians and sci- entists have been numbered among the members, and when the society was only four years old the President of the United States (Hayes), the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, the Speaker of the House of Representa- tives and the Attorney General ac- cepted honorery membership. Gen. | of suspicion and hostility on the part | casionally sent remittances | turned with the boy to Dark Mairi’s | little community come into the story; Garfield was a president of the so- clety. Among early members were Made- leine Vinton Dahigren, who wrote un= . Equestrian statue of Gen. Anthony Wayne at Valley Forge, by the late Henry K. Bush-Brown. der the nom de plume of “Corinne,” as it was not then considered quite ladylike for a woman to write under her own name; Frances Hodgson Bur- nett, Edward M. Gallaudet, Mrs. Mary Clemmer, journalist; George Kennan, Maj. Powell, Carl Schurz, Mrs. E. D. E. N. Southworth, Ains- worth R. Spofford, Alexander H. Stephens and Max Weyl. Among later members were Rev. Samuel J. Barrows, Alexander Graham Bell, Prank G. Carpenter, Worthington C. | Ford, John W. Foster, Daniel Coit Gilman, Gen. Greely, Rev. Edward Everett Hale, Mrs. Burton Harrison, John Hay, David Jayne Hill, Richard Hovey, Ambassador Jusserand, Grace Denio Litchfield, Thomas Nelson Page, Theodore Roosevelt, an hono- rary associate; Andrew D. White, Henry White and Dr. Harvey W. ‘Wiley. The Literary Society has two fixed traditions: No titles are used in speaking of members, and a social hour with refreshments follows each meeting. Many distinguished for- eigners have been guests of the so- clety, and Tolstoi once sent it a mes- sage and a present by Miss Alice Fletcher, ethnologist, who spent an afternoon with him at Yasnaya Poli- ana. She told him of the Literary Society and asked for a message. He inquired for some earnest purpose of the soclety, was perhaps disappointed t her reply, but as she left gave her a copy of his pamphlet denouncing Shakespeare and his “immoral view of life,” and told her to read it to the Literary Soclety from him and then to write and tell him what was said about it. A meeting was devoted to discussion of the pamphlet and Miss Fletcher faithfully wrote of the vig- orous disagreement with his views to Tolstol. HIGHLAND NIGHT. By Neil M. Gunn. New York: Harcourt, Brace & Co. N THE early nineteenth century, ‘when Napoleon was worrying Eng- land as well as the rest of Europe, the Highlands of Scotland, the object of English politicians and landlords since the days of the Stuarts, were harried with particularly brutal evic- tions. The landlords decided that Highland soil would be more profit- able if used for sheep grazing than rented to poverty-stricken farmers who could barely wrest a living from the rocky soil. The greater part of Mr. Gunn's story is descriptive of the life of the Highlanders of the Riasgan before the ‘“clearances,” barren and dreary enough even in those relatively prosperous days, when many a High- land family considered itself fortunate | to have in its thatched cottage enough | meal and salted fish for a few days | ahead. Yet there were reasons for content, if not happiness. The clan | wars were over; the young men of the Riasgan who had gone at the call of their country to fight Napoleon oc- home; there were fish to be caught in the sea; occasionally a social gathering, with music, dancing, jest and drink, made every one momentarily forget the hard daily grind. Then came the land agents and, with brutality un- necessary even in that brutal project, evicted the Highland tenants from their holdings, to find camping places wherever they could along the shore. Only a brief time was given the peo- ple to remove their household belong- ings; then the cottages were fired with torches. Old men and women died while being carried from blazing huts and women gave birth to chil- dren on the moors within sight of their burning homes. ‘The personal story of “Highland Night” is that of Dark Mairi of the Shore, like Scott’s Norna of the Fitful Head in “The Pirate,” a woman wiser than her kind and so credited with being a witch, the members of her family and her neighbors. Mairi tramped the moors and the rocks and gathered the pink dulse, linarich, | simple and non-technical ~nd an at- < true is Ollie’s rather subtle reasoning when she refuses to marry Jule, whose child she is to bear. She has cause enough to dismiss Jule, but her ex- planation seems too analytical for the girl of & few simple emotions that she is. Ollie comes to the cabin of Alex, a | prosperous Negro who owns land on | which he raises cotton and corn and | employs six or eight field hands, | among whom he is a benevolent patri- | arch. Alex is a fine character, ad- mirably drawn, and his wife Caro- line, as kindly as he, but less patient, | is almost equally well done. Ollie | seeks work and a home and is given both, plowing with the men and a little cabin of her own in the hollow. | She works harder than any of the others, refuses help and attentions, is always polite, but never communi- cative. The men working on Alex’s place are all attracted by her, espe~ clally laughter, who becomes “natchl'y crazy” about her and al- most sinks into melancholia when she politely refuses all his attentions. Only little Willle is permitted to | dance with her at the party at Lucy’s | shack and to walk with her, and the | favor to him means nothing except that Ollle is lonely for Jule, whom | she has left at the Crossroads, a; day’s journey away. Jule and his | light ways are almost responsible for | Ollie’s death, when his new 'oman at- | tacks her with a razor on a camp- meeting night. Ollie brings trouble to Alex's place, but every one likes her except the sour widow, Nan, who | is obsessed with suspicion of wrong- doing whenever she looks on a woman younger than herself. When the story closes Ollie has become a fixture | there, with her own piece of land to work, provided by “Uncle Alex.” WILD FLOWERS OF LOUISIANA. By Caroline Dorman. With Illus- trations by the Author. New York: Doubleday, Doran & Co. A NATIVE of Louisiana who has made, with the skill of an ex- pert, an intensive amateur study of the flora of her State, writes en- thusiastically about her findings, for other flower lovers and garden makers. To accompany her text she has drewn 24 beautiful color plates and nu- merous black line sketches. Some 350 herbaceous wild flowers of the 1egion are described and illustrated, includ- ing “most of the herbaceous wild flowers of the Gulf States, with the exception of mountainous regions, and the subtropical portions of Florida cation of Small (“Flora of the South- eastern United States”) is followed and both botanical and common names of plants and families are given. But Mrs. Dorman wiites for “those to whom the finding of a new ! flower is a real adventure and who | cannot be content until they learn | its name.” So her descriptions are tempt is made in each case to give some identifying characteristic. Of | course, the illustrations, all made from the fresh, growing flowers, are the best aid of all to identification. Mrs. Dorman’s book will appeal to every nature lover and every one who wants a small wild flower garden as part of the larger garden, in the South. Its appeal need not, however, stop with the South. Books Received Non-Fiction. INFLATION AHEAD! What to Do About It. By W. M. Kiplinger and Frederick Shelton. New York: Simon & Schuster. A series of 25 semi-personal letters of guidance intended primarily for business men, investors and laymen. Mr. Kiplinger is editor and publisher of the Kiplinger Washington Letters. Mr. Shelton is an economist and law- yer. slake, sea-tangle, spirewort and other weeds which she used as specifics in the healing which she practiced. Her grandson Davie was often away from the cottage half the night, prowling somewhere, but more fre- quently than not he brought home food, so she had not the heart to question him too closely. Elie, her other companion in the cottage, was no relative, but Dark Mairi, though she never told her so, loved her like & daughter. Elie’s lover, Colin, went away to the wars and her son was born on the road, like a gipsy’s child, after she had fled from the Riasgan, and it was many years before she re- cottage. All the neighbors of the kindly old Angus Sutherland, bad- tempered Murdoch and his masterful wife Seonaid, the lascivious miller, Rob, who loved Elie; Johnny Slau- mach, McHamish and all the others. Mr. Gunn has in “Highlaad Night,” published in England as “Butcher’s Broom,” done a passionately realistic plece of work. OLLIE MISS. By George Wylie Hen- derson. Blocks by Lowell Leroy Balcolm. New York: Frederick A. Stokes Co. THIS strong and beautiful idyl of Negroes of the Southern cotton flelds, by a Negro writer, is no more sympathetic than “Scarlet Sister Mary,” by Julia Peterkin, or “Candy,” by L. M. Alexander, but it is simpler than either in its smooth narrative and use of the most elemental words, few of them over two syllables. The dialect, freely used, is so lucid that it never impedes the narrative. “Ollie | ON Miss” is the story of a Negro woman, hardly past girlhood, independent, reserved, acquaitned with passion but not its slave, in the end a philosopher. The story is so perfect as & whole that we reluctandy confess that the only part which does not ring quite ¢ THE CHART OF PLENTY. A Study of America’s Product Capacity Based on the Findings of the Na- tional Survey of Potential Product Capacity. By Harold Loeb, Di- rector of the N. S. P. P. C,, and associates, Felix Fraser, Graham Montgomery, Walter Polakov, Wil- liam Smith and Montgomery Schuyler. With a Foreword by Stuart Chase. New York: The Viking Press. HELLENIC INDEPENDENCE AND AMERICA'S CONTRIBUTION TO THE CAUSE. By Harris J. Booras, é!a. B. Rutland, Vt.: The Tuttle 0. PASS IN REVIEW. The Story of a Culver Cadet. By Kitchell Web- ster, jr. Indianapolis: The Bobbs- Merrill Co. SAILORS' KNOTS. By Cyrus Law- rence Day. New York: Dodd, Mead & Co. Over 150 knots, splices, sennit plaitings, lashings, servings, wire splicings, etc, are illustrated from aht:wgnphx and described in the it : A RELATION OR JOURNAL OF A LATE EXPEDITION TO THE GATES OF ST. AUGUSTINE ON FLORIDA. Conducted by the Hon. Gen. James Oglethorpe with a De- tachment of His Regiment, etc., from Georgia. * By Edward Kim- ber. Reprinted from the original edition, London, 1744. Boston: Charlés E. & Co. THE ILLUSION OF IMMORTALITY. By Corliss Lamont. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons. SWORD AGAINST THE BREAST (Verse) . By Isabel Harriss Barr. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons. HUMAN EGOISM. By Charles Henry Mackintosh. Winter Park, |N. Y and Texas” The botanical classifi-1% CAPITAL LOSES FINE ARTIST Death of Henry [ Bush-Brown. Sculptor. Removes Pictur- esque Figure—Big Plans for Corcoran Gallery's Bien- nial Exhibition—Other Art Notes. By Leila Mechlin. HE death of Henry K. Bush- Brown, which occurred March I 1, removed a striking person- ality and a picturesque figure in the art life of Washing- ton. Despite the fact that he had been ill for a couple of weeks with a cold, it came as a great shock to his friends and colleagues, inasmuch as he had seemed to be in excellent health all Winter. Mr. Bush-Brown had wide interests and was continu- ally concerning himself with public welfare problems—educational proj- ects, civic improvement and the like. He was an idealist, an optimist who refused to be discouraged even when his plans did not gain support. He possessed gayety of spirit as evinced when he participated in the Arts Club's frolics and its Bal Boheme year after year. He was full of good will toward his fellow workers. Only a few weeks ago he attended the annual dinner of the American Civic Association at the Cosmos Club, of which he was a member, and evinced keen interest in the speeches which outlined projects for conserving our natural resources and putting them Mr. Bush-Brown was a member of | the National Sculpture Society, the | Architectural League of New York, of the Society of Washington Artists and | other professional organizations. He was at one time president of the Arts Club, and there, over the mantel in the library, hangs an excellent por- trait of him in working smock painted | by his wife. An artist is best memo- rialized through his work, but Bush- Brown will long be remembered affec- tionately by his confreres—and missed. | NTEREST focuses at this time in the great Biennial Exhibition of | Paintings by Contemporary American | Artists, which will open with a private view and reception in the Corcoran Gallery of Art next Saturday evening, and to the public just a week from to- day. With prizes generously given by the late Senator W. A. Clark and handsomely endowed by his widow, these biennial exhibitions have come to be considered among the leading | events of the year not only in Wash- | ington but throughout the country. local clubs and societies. Her work, chiefly landscape, is broadly rendered, fresh in color and very effective. Her compositions are good and as a rule pleasing. She fully commands her me- dium. Miss Hall belongs to the younger group of painters fast coming intc prominence. After extended study in New York she opened a studio here a season or so ago and has produced a number of excellent canvases. Her paintings are usually in a rather high key, but she uses a very simple palette and her interest is not merely in pro- ducing likeness, but interpreting char- acter. Her work is strong, promising, very individual. LFRED HUTTY has exhibited here before. His water colors and draw- ings, shown a few years ago in the Corcoran Gallery of Art, attracted very favorable attention. His prints have been seen in exhibitions at the Library of Congress and elsewhere, But they cannot be seen too often. Born in Michigan, Hutty studied art in St. Louis and in New York. Among his They have undoubtedly done much to inculcate the idea that the National Capital should be a center of art and teachers were Chase and Birge Har- rison. For both his etchings and his paintings he has received many “The Sea Is Making,” an etching by Charles Woodbury, recently issued by the American College Soclety of Print Collectors to subscribing members—52 colleges and universities. to public use. Many remarked that evening his physical vigor and his still youthful attitude toward life. | As a sculptor he had a long and | notable career. Born in Ogdensburg, | in 1857, he attended the| Siglar’s School in Newburgh, N. Y., | before beginning his art studies at the | National Academy of Design under | the tutelage of his uncle, Henry Kirke Brown, the distinguished scuip- or, for whom he was named. After his marriage to Margaret W. Lesley, portrait painter of Philadelphia, m[ 1886, he went abroad with his bride and opened a studio in Paris. Later they went to Florence and elsewhere in Italy, returning to this country | at the end of three years. | Almost the first work that he did upon establishing himself in America vas a typically American theme— 'he Buffalo Hunt"—a large and| ambitious group exhibited in 1893 | at the World’s Fair in Chicago. It| was this group, which up to now had | not been put in lasting material, that only a couple of days before his death was aproved by the Library Com- mittee of the House of Representa- tives to be cast in bronze, brought here and erected in a public reserva- tion—probably Rock Creek Park. The list of his other works is long and impressive. It includes three eques- trian portraits, Gens. Meade, Sedg- wick and Reynolds, erected on the battlefield at Gettysburg, and one, Gen. Anthony Wayne at Valley Forge. He did a memorial arch for Stony Point, a ountain Soldier. for Charleston, W. Va. Among his works in New York City are a statue of Justinian- on the Appellate Court House, and decorative figures on the Hall of Records overlooking City Hall Park, besides a portrait bust of his Uncle Henry Kirke Brown in the Hall of Fame, New York University. During recent years Mr. Bush- Brown has given much time to writ- ing a blography of Henry Kirke Brown and assembling his letters| which bear directly upon the de- velopment of art in this country. The | result of these labors, in manuscript form, he deposited by request in the Library of Congress for preservation and reference—a valuable contribu- tion to the history of American art. Mr. Bush-Brown did many por- traits, among which outstanding were his busts of the late James Bryce, one time British Ambassador, and of the late Henry T. Rainey, former Speaker of the House of Representatives. His last work was a panel in relief of Mrs. James Roosevelt, his wife's kinswoman and the President’s mother, holding a little child in her arms on the occa- sion of a visit to a great charitable organization in New York. This was included in the Society of Washington | Artists’ most recent exhibition in the | Corcoran Gallery of Art. | About 25 years ago the Bush-Browns moved to Washington, purchased a house on G street between Seven- teenth and Eighteenth streets and erected at the rear, but communicat- ing, a building containing an ideal sculptor’s studio—with the exception of that built by Paul Bartlett in Eck- ington, the only one in this city—and a painter’s studio. Here it was that some of his most important works were produced and some of his wife's best canvases painted. This also be- came a meeting place of the art organ- izations, of groups interested not merely in painting but all the branches of the fine arts, including the drama, literature and dancing. To the three surviving children of Mr. and Mrs. Bush-Brown the talent of the parents has descended. One of the sons, Harold, is professor of archi- tecture in the Georgia School of Tech- nology. The other, James, is & land- scape architect of Philadelphia, and Francis ! the daughter, Lydia (Mrs. Head of New York), has won distinc- tion by her unusual silk murals. 3 ' culture, as are the capital cities of other nations. Heretofore these exhibitions have been held in the late Fall or early Winter. Thg change of date to Spring is an innovation induced by the excep- tionally large attendance at the P. W. A. P. exhibition, held in the Corcoran Gallery of Art about this same time last year. The record of sales from these exhi- bitions in the past has been extraordi- naty, until the last two, and it is earn- estly hoped that there may at this time be a return to the established tra- dition, GENE HAWLEY of this city is hold- ing an exhibition of animal and flower studies, landscapes and local | scenes in water color, pastel and pen and ink, in the Francis Scott Key bookshop, Twenty-ninth and O streets, Georgetown, which will con‘inue through March 25. Mr. Hawley was one of the F. W. A. P. artists last | year and has done numerous pictures | of historic homes in Georgetown and nearby Virginia, some of which are included in this current exhibition. He is a graduate of the College of Fine Arts, Syracuse University, and has studied both here end abroad. T THE the same time that the biennial opens to the public, new and interesting exhibitions will be put on at the Arts Club and at the Smith- sonian Institution. The Arts Club shows will consist of water colors by Mrs. Susan B. 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