The Portland daily press., 1880-12-29
A Very Realistic Artist.

q dtt. lSan Francisco Postl t ~
"Do you-ahem!-do you ever print any art
items in your paper?" asked rather seedy
looking man with long hair, slouch hat, and
paint on his fingers, softly edging into the
Posts inner sanctum the other day. s
The managing editor glanced savagely up
from his MONDAY sandwich, and evidently re-
pressing desire to add the long-hared party
TO his viands, replied in the Affirmative.
9d Because" continued the young man, scowl-
ing critically at cheap chrome on the wall,
"because thought if you cared to record the
progress of real aesthetic art culture on this
coast you might send your art critic around to
my studio to take some notes." za
y. "Might, eh?" said the editor between
chews.
eyes, sir For instance, there is mammoth
winter storm landscape I've Just finished for
Mr.. Mudd, the Bonanza king. It's called
'Hail-storm in the Adirondacks.' and visitor
who sat down near it the other day caught
sore th-oat in less than fifteen minutes. The
illusion is so perfect, you understand. Why, I
had to put in the finishing touches with ulster
and Arctic overslioes on" 3a sa. W.
Don't say" sl3o
"Fact, sir and then there's little animal
gem 1 did for Governor Glerkins the other day
portrait of his Scotch terrier Snap. The
morning it was done a cat got into the studio,
and the minute it saw the picture it went
through the window like ten inch SHE'LL"
"Did, eh?" ,.---
"Yes and the oldest thing about it was that
when next looked at the canvas the dogs
hair was standing up all along his back like a
porcupine. Now how do you account for
that?' LEI m NJ u-stfe fliy. 81
"Dunno''issae ,rtaosl81 z.H dyfv eaf.a5
sit just beats me. When the Governor ex-
amined the work he insisted on my painting
on post with the dog chained to it. Said he
didn't know what might happen" 5elA i
"Good scheme" growled the President
Wasn't it, though. My best hold, however,
is water views. You know George Bromley,
and how distracted he is sometimes. Well,
George dropped in one morning and brought
up before an eight by twelve view of the San
Joaquin River, with a boat in the foreground.
I'm blessed if George didn't absent-mindedly
take of his coat and step clear through the
canvas trying to jump into the boat-thought
he'd go out rowing, You know" ffl
"Have they carried out that iourneyman
with the smallpox" said the editor, winking
at the foreman, who had come in just then to
swear for copy. er se -s-c-f
"Smallpox? That reminds me of realistic
historical subject I'm engaged on now, entitled
The Plague in Egypt 1 had only completed
four of the principal figures when last Tuesday
the janitor, who sleeps in the next room, was
taken out to the hospital with the most pro-
nounced case of leprosy you ever saw, and this
morning the boy who mixes the paints began
to scale off like a slate roof. don't really
know whether to keep on with the work or
not. How does it strike you?" III
" 1t strikes me that you'd better slide,n said
the un@sthetic moulder of public opinion,
gruffly. d 5il r s.el
Don't care to send reporter round, then?'
"No, SIR"
Wouldn't like to give an order for life
sized Gutenberg Discovering the Printing
Press eh?''
Mary ORDER at- VT 4A
Don't want seven by nine group of staff
done in oil or crayon?'' sig
NO." said the editor, as he again lowered
himself into the depths of leader on the
Roumanian imbroglio, "but if you care to
touch up two window frames, some desk legs,
and the fighting editors black eye for four
bits and a lot OF comic exchanges, you can
sail in.'' r.sfs E.fl
"It's a whack!'' promptly CALCULATED the
disciple of aesthetic culture, and borrowing
cigarette from the dramatic critic on account,
he drifted off after his brushes.