The evening world. Newspaper, March 1, 1913, Page 8

q — ~ Si sree Miss Lily Swan Is the Artist and She Plies Her Art at the Woman's In-| dustrial Show — Just Fun for Her, She Says, to Sculpt the Emotions of a Plum Pudding, the Spirit of Wine, Laugh- ter, Happiness or the Agressiveness of a Mili- tant Suffragette. Marguerite Mooers: Marshall. 18 is the story of a woman who oan cut out your soul with a palr of shears—the very latest thing tn ert. What the Oobist and Futurist have accomplished with paint-bruah end ehisel—end sometimes, eocorming to rumor, with a donkey's tall—Mian Lily N, R. Swan, a clever and pretty New York girl, achieves with a tiny curved pair of enanicure scissors. Just now sho te Giving dally demonstrations of her pe- cullar talent at the Woman's Industrial BaMipition in the Grand Central Palace. War, cusly-cued, goblin-like stapes are In@ustriously snipped out by her deft fingers, anyl her themes vary from the soul of @ plum pudding to that of w jenhor on way to evict a family for not paying the rent. Her average rate of cutting 1b one soul per minute. ‘The methctl is ike thie: A vistter gives Mise Swan an idea, perhaps ov a dingle word, Uke “love” or “laughter. lomantiy the young woman picke up @ strip of thin white paper and her scie- sore and begine cutting. She watches her work intently, but her white Angers never hesitate or move awkwardly, And in sixty soconde by the watoh the little paper manikin, the picture of the Kea, le complete down to the last curty flourish. Each tiny figure—they vary from half an inch to @!x inches in height—1» new and differam from those that preceded {t, and the exosedingly diminutive details are wrought eut with the utmost care and finish. “But how do you know whet ‘happl- ness’ Jooks ithe?’ Mise Owan wae aaked. “I Just know,” ehe emited. “The idea behind every word or sentence spoken to me instantly visualizes ‘teelf in my mind, with the clearness and ewirtness of an impression made on @ camera plate. 1 see the little dancing, grinning, creoked figure that is the picture of the Mea, the seul of the material word. “It doeswet last long, tat picture, which le why 1 begin to em the instant the word ta spoken. And $f people talk to ine or advise me when I'm at work “Rattlesnake Pete’’ From “The co ATTLEMNAKE PETE” te with ue again. How Kattlesnake got bis name nobody knows. Hoe Gorsn’é know. He says % wae jum wished on him by eome of the boys. You might think a tall, scrawny, soragsty eort of a fellow, with a chin whisker, one eye gon weartng a coonskin cap and ‘pants’ in bie boots. ‘They don't Broadway than he does. He's a ewell end his’ real numne ts Guy Seacri H halle from Spokane, across the conti- Bent, whete they have electro Nghts end trolley cara, theatres, movies and skyscrapers just like New York— Bearly, He comes to New York twice a year That has en business for his firm fothing to do with the ‘Thate another story. Belng a man rattlesnakes, fm his eye he bought him # ranch near Lewiston, Idaho. enake: Potks who are art eway with it financial ts, and vest of New York laveh and wa THs) Tice Your PALETIE.7?. Gress any better on of business pursuits and with preparations for a rainy day When the went to ex- mine hie rhnch he found that @ large eection of it was infested with rattle- wooing to Ket rid of them. He wondered how he was a man of b getting are going to take a few hours off early to-morrow from the dismal grind of making the ‘nd Now After the Cubists---The Scissors Sculptress ! | | gpd Me = ) bp my clear tmpression is gone, the eensitive plite becomes blurred, #0 to epoak, I can't reproduce other peo- ple’a mental plectures of joy and gloom; only my own, And of course I believe that my pictures are the eeal ones, even Mf they're not itke the ones other people would make. “Yea, 1 could draw and paint my pice @ures i I chose; in fact, I tint my Little white Agures after they are cut. But I prefer to do them with the scissors be cause ife quicker, and the more quickly an tee te caught the sharper end clear- or the picture of ft. It's usually a my Nttle Ching, and eharp ecissors and quick motions are needed to capture it." ‘Mies Swan ts just beginning to prac- tloe her art regularly, and to give out- Gera @ chance to watoh the first “gheare ecuiptress.” But she has ermine hereslf whh it for some time. “When I was mx years old,” she | mother anid, ‘why don't you make one’ leaghed, “I wanted @ paper-doll fox.| And I picked up a pair of scissors and Nobody had ever sven or heard of adh! a piece of paper and cut me out a nice @ thing, bet that didn’t make any differ- ence just wanted ft. Finally, my ‘Then, pursuits, ar er through @ ton or #0 of beefsteak ani other things, ‘The ecasion will be the Annual beefsteak dinner of the news paper artists of Gotham, and the scene of the festivitiog will be Healy's. weeccowoo coe en eee ee. All This Begins at Midnight---The D:nner of New if n MISCHIEF THE MILITANT SUOFFRAGETTE © WAVAN.LR: SWAN fome paper playthings, eo I made them chickens end kittens and horeas and av. sorts, And then I out out fairies and goblins. My mother was and ls an un- ueually beautiful women, end I used to make up all sorts of fairy plays and stories in which she was always the heroine. Of course there had to be Uttle fox. things from which she could be rescued “Then my brothers and sisters wanted Jand cunning little helpful angels and West’’ Visits Broadway farm for fair, ‘This was many years ago. The farm flourished. He owns the only rattle anake farm in the world, He has round-up two or three tl @ year juat like they do on whoy ranches. There's # Killing takes place on the farm, Ho sells the rattlers’ skins for belts and pocketbooks—anything they want to make out of them. The oll {s used to fry the pattlers, the venom is jedicine and the rattles are old thing. tlesnake Peto” te @ fool?! fairies to help rescue her. J cut them 4il out from bits of paper and colored them with my paints, And as I thought my mother deserved new adventures, I made aew sets of imps and angels every time I played the gam I muppose the practice I obtained then is what enables me to work #0 quickly now. One can’t erase anything when one draws with selssors, but I hover feel the impulse to chanxe, You see, I'am just copying the vivid little sketoh in my brain.” And then Miss Swan showed some of her shears sculpture of env ideas. ‘The soul of a plum a jolly little figure, chiefly » tenance with flery mustach' handa are outstretched in a Mecful in- mC) LAUGHTER’ MD MILLER, the tenor, was re- R turning home from church re- he: al at St. John’s on Wednes- day night on Fifty-third, petw Fifth afra'd Of} and sixth avenues, ‘The dashing singer rnt bilithely along, swinging a Meht walking-stick and humming alr from “La Boheme. In the middle of the block the tenor Was held up, but ho didn’t know it, A man stepped out of the darkness and & isn't d last summer the fair girlie snak rr was doing a great business. * way there with his friends, Of course he had to go and Men shivered She used to nee by holding her h her hands andi of you gentlemen’ kets, when swish Hing through } ing from his head to the prtunately, his head was un- ind he took the rep- nds to the astonishment of e petrifaction of the audl- tile in his hy e girl and t idea struck him, ize them He woukl commercial Tie would have # rattlesnak: Yo ew York eats about any old time, newspaper artista can really call thel* some very extra arrangements, The but there are few banquets that start | souls their own, Isn't that India| frst official cocktail will disappear midmight Saturday, ‘Mis one has | Ink, ole ¢ (horus of “1 1") | promptly on the stroke of 12 to-n! to, however, because, you see, it's the} And don't get the notic thisfand the committee has been burn wien all the [creepy starting hour doesn’t nm the well-known midnight off figuring (THE EVENING WORLD, BATURDAY, MAROH 1, 1918. cs] %} She Cuts Out Your Soul With Manicure Shears “PLOM- ©. PYoving’ vitation to “come eat me," and he has a topknot of holly. The spirit of wine te more sardemtc. It anay be dencribed as Mephistopheles Peeking through @ claret glass. He shows all his teeth, his horns protrude over_the glas#’s rim, and where the ster joins the bowl there aproyt out two apiny, dragon-like wings and a pair of arms ending in clutching fingers. But most of Miss Swan's work ta cheerful, ike her vision of laughter es a jolly, cavorting “tte chap all in orange and green, just ready to clap his hands am sing. An/l then there ds mis- chief, a pink and green and gould elf, all of @ twinkle from his triangular grin to the tips of his pointed shoes, A vision of the militant suffragette Was cut out by the shears sculptrose specially for The Evening World, “She wears hobble trousers," her creator ex- plained, “and roumy shoes be- cause she is a hiker. And she carries 4 flamuyg torch, And on her head are Perched two fighting covks, At least, that's the way I see her, ‘The tools of Miss Swan's art are ex- ceedingly simple. They consist of one or two pairs of «mall scissors, plenty of plain white paper and a small box of paints. She is very particular about her scissors, “trying them as critically as the average woman tries hats before purchasing. Her tiny figtres are used on place-cards, gift-cards, children's stationery, favors, or simply am orna- mental designe. Another feature of the work, which she has just begun to develop, is the art of carlcaturing a person whom ehe has never seen, To do this she aske only three questions: (1) What is the per- son's name? What is his hobby? () What is his m@st distinctive anticle of drews? (Having heard the answors, her little scissors go snip, snipping out | a caricature, face or tull length, accord- ‘These “unsight, unseen" exceedingly amus- ve the quaintest ing to request, portrait-studies are and hard,” the ted young woman will assure you It's jsut fun!” ‘The man with the blackjack kept com. ing. Miller threw) up his cane may call Mexico uncivillzed, if left that troubled yo la for t) ter muintenance say that in at least one regard the Mex- ican has shown a good sens nd sanitary, which make th nas had more h any other tm! & second rate inventor, cafe during hours Whe dden to be sohl except meals aml orders a drink without food, k’s Newspaper Artist how to avold an excess of unofficial and premature appe lubors is that those of the working to-night will spend the IVAN 3 DOLLARS} tk deanmcas and | Reed is something of a fencer. Where New York Can Copy Mexico the persons altting at the table have excise raid makes {t possible for the pro- he docs not get a dried up sandwich joysters and have eaten them. rs, The result of their guests not, \Here’s Miss New York Of Spring 1913 By Eleanor Schorer OCA f exit SS ae Just What Happened When Reed Miller Was Held Up & flash he thrust the end of the cane ine to the solar plexus of the holdup man, “You —- ingrate!” he crted, and swatted him on th8 head, “You cheap blackguard!” Swish on the side of the face. “Hold me up, will yout” Crack on the koko. “Yo But the man with the blackjack ha@ turned tail and with a yell was pound> ing the flags toward Fifth venue, fil. ler ran after and switched and pounded him with his stick as long as he could keep up with him Fifteen minutes later, while Miller was telling the story at his hotel between stimulants, a friend extended a hand ang wald he Was a brave tenor, By xolly.” said Reed, surveying his i don't know who was , that blackjack mam warded off the blow. Then he got mad. Quick containing @ leathery bit of bolonga or petrified cheese, Instead, the walter, on tuking the order, hurries from the room and brings in a plate filled with dry, highly polished oyster shells, The advantages of this interpretation of the “ley de Raines” are obvious. The barmeside “lunch” is not offensive to sight or smell. It is durable for all time, It ds satisfactory evidence that had food in mind and in the event of an prietor to say that the patrons ordered Just a Few “== Menu Sketches ‘r something, within the cloister-like precincts of the Hippodrome, The din- ner will bring together 140 artists, all actually at work on twelve Greater New Yorfl newspapers, And a more treland, Denmark, Sweden, South Africa and Union Hill, N. J. Having handed every one else a daily: laugh all year, the arth v@ going to Ives. There — WoULENr® Trig Tice Your Pacerre 2 coanopolitan gathering of tie itp Will be three—count ‘em—three cabi would be hard to find, even in most | "ets. Also Winsor McCay's moving cosmopolitan New York, These are the | drawings, Rainey's African Jungle pice tures and two orchestras, A wonderful foretgn countries represented; Japan |ijenu, in which ate | menu, ch are contributions from France, Italy, Australia, Germany, |reariy every pen and ink artist in Austria, Bohemia, Roumania, Turkey, |New York, will be @ souvenir of the England, Scotland, Greenland, Holland, =