The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 27, 1901, Page 3

we live; what life's substance 4 the scientists of continents it to learn the secret of The species is the oldest now th, and not ¢ that, but in f the ex- | 1¥ptodons ra whose former known but by ty ers rven was work in als created the units of d bone were i when viewed t is iformly fine 1l of the t then now studying the age they ais- icate systems of are now required to dom to hold its & climatic rigo: crocosmic ene- f even a bit moss continu »us simple primitive, rough-hewn path to travel easy yvbil ster Jan Francise s | jculptrey -, / { | | | sSrYeil. EASTERDAY THE SCULPTRESS AT WORK . and few enemies. As tme went on tue mate became more rigorous, and new nimals, insects and microbes s existence ready to there the als al- them the nim; or -THE girl sculp of San | lives in her litile studio, five up. In the tiptop of an old building on’ Montgomery eet. When t first rays of sunshine arrive through the quaint little round skylights in the roof to make a light for her she begins her work and she does not finish until the sunshine departs by the way it came, leaving her atone In the dusk. Once there was a little girl down on a farm near Niles. Her name was Sybil Easterday, and she was very fond of play- ing in the mud. 5 But it was not mud pies she made. It was the same sort of things that she wrought out of the putty which she scraped from\the edges of the window anes, and thé same sort of things that er mother found the butter patties made into on the pantry sheives. In shor- Sybll Easterday was a spulptress in em- bryo, and it was gen'us that w! . BEsT KNOWN, AT UBY N SLAY THE SUNDAY CALL. BACTRACHOSEPS RESTORED FROM FOSSIL OF THE COAL AGE.: —= nature. Coarse have L3 ng reom for 1. parasites sustenance provided by lite cells would of interstices between them, giv lodgment of m or whatever it neceesity ase is There would also b ack of e- n quick esistance and all of thos b Indire pive power to win in a There- fore in the slow « = by that process of natur t known as the survival of th t came about that the fine-celled animals d ed those and ed this reared everrwh nia, wh bounti one small spe st its genera by ages While they are th are not the only nd of anted ptiles that have lived h Th ntly been discovered near les a bed of skeletons of f a bygone era. whose 1 bodies must hav >wshat Yheir e feet length and w 2 f tons, and it is by some su d the vast pe- trolewm the otly re: Ny huge ¢ lake beds of e Strans ur own ds, should hinge upon f this ani- mal of the typa of 1 go: but science in th n e must begin at the beginning near to it as p sible, and the A ans all the fauna ser than any what it is that arches a making searches from which he debarred These creatures require a ' the ¢ iferous age s now at- forded on any pa California, and ac perished from every tion of ft. Even here ind in cer- tain lMmited e appar- cntly numer: no more plenty than be req the demands of sct ence, which in their ¢ will acquire the greater part of its wledge only at the cost of the lives the animals which we young Califor- 2atrachoseps er the dry land, or g in bli ss in the bottom of stagnant pools, rising e in an hour s to swallc a mouthful of alr, as a drink Why they itved was always a source of wonderment. [ was no ple are | their life un- was the . 3 ¢ living. and t they gav gn. They appar- ently served no ul purpose and had no part in the econ: But all the wh had been a mis »my of nature. nown to us, the for them. No Art would have is fleeting,” they themselves. “Our lives on ay and our numbers de. crez yet has mot our time come, nor is our purpose accompiished.’ But at last seie is catching up to nature and beginning to read the storfes hidden in rock and stream. Thicker they come as one gives the key to amothe-, and the understanding broadens with what it acquires What is life, and why do we want to know what it is st of all, that we may conserve that which we D Scientists have so done nothing pos- Continued on Page 5. to work its way out through the mud and putty- and butte When she grew up chere was an teresting collection of crude wood rarv ing in her room at the Lasterday farm- inouse and there was n zace on the whole farm until she had gained her parents' consent to cume to San Francisco for a course of art instruction. She came and the Hopkins Art Institute found in her one of its cleverest pupils. On the farm she had dabbled. too, in painting. and from under her paint brush there sprung vellow haystacks and gray oaks with such crude naturalness and realistic effect as to make Elflddlng illus- trators stare and arouse the interest of the Instructors. But for her painting she did not care so much; her passion was sculpture, and she plunged into ciay modeling and its accompanying studies of anatomy with a aetermination born of a great love for her work. She made progress. Such astonishing MisS EASTERDAYS “BESPAIR” Z progress that those of ord ness stopped to make note late. As Soon as she had mastered suf- ficient technique tu work Independently she took her studjo and shut herself up with her work, and while the sun shone no one was admitted. Earnestness and ambition kept her within her four walls and the little art world of San Francisco had almost forgotten her until it found her work prominentiy placed in the In- stitute of Art exhibitions. Since then she has been an_acknow edged factor of importance in San Fran- cisco art circles. fer study figures have appeared at all the principal art exhibl- li?'ns and .have been given prominent po- sitions. The girl sculptress 1s independent as well In ideas and the execution of them as in bread-winning. When the first bar- rel of plaster for casts was brought into ber studio and the wnite powder left a littie trail along the floor; when her tuh ry clever- 1d congratu- / . of wet clay tipped over and she found her hands and face and ae: skirts all coverad with the sticky substance, then Miss Easterday had one of her independent ideas and she proceeded to put it into ex- ecution. The next day when the baker- boy called the doof was opened for him by a young person in a ilght flannel shirt and white duck trouscrs. The young per- son had a sculptor’s knifé and a little wad of clay in one hand and the other was held out with wide-stretched fingers, fresh from the tub mixture. But what made the baker-boy stare was the young person’s head. It was a mass of fluffy red-brown hair, bound up loosely with a band of black velvet and shading the seri- ous face and earnest ulue eyes of the girl sculptress. Since she first adopted it Miss Easter- day has worn the practical attire at her work. PokTRAIT BUST OF ) SOCIETY LADY BY SYBIL EASTERCAY visitors and the baker- boy have long since become accustomed to her practical eccentricity and the girl sculptress herself has Lecome S0 appre- ciative of its co hat it is with a sigh she dons he . which she never does until the moment of her going out Many are Miss Easterday's e comments of the little Bo- hemian circle of artists anent the girl sculptress. They say she is strange, and 0dd, and queer, but they unanimously agree that she is clew d independent and that she is earnsst ana ambitious She herself is indifferent to all com- ment. Her world is her studio and her art. Her life motto is work. She has al- ready met with unusual local success and it is safe to predict that some day sha will be heard of beyond the limits of the West.