National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1881-02-12
A REALISTIC ARTIST.
The Kind of = Fellow who Invades Pa
effe Coast SancIuIns.


"Do you-ahem do you ever print art
items in your paper?" asked rather seedylook-
ing man with long hair, a SLOUGH hat and paint
on his fingers softly edging into the Posts inner
sanctum the other day.
The managing editor glared savagely up from
his MONDAY sandwich, and evidently depressing
desire to add the long haired party to his viands
replied in the affirmative.
Because" continued the young man, scowling
critically at a cheap chrome on the wall; because
1 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"
Might, eh?' said the editor between chews.
Yes, sir. For instance, there is a 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 a sore throat
in less than fifteen minutes The Illusion is SO
perfect, you understand. Why, had TO put in the
finishing touches with ulster and Arctic overshoes
on"
Don't say?'
Fact, sir; and then there's little animal gem
did for Governor Glerkins the other day-portrait
ofhis Scotch terrier Snap. The morning it was
done q cat got into the studio, and the minute it
saw the picture it went through the window like d
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 porcu-
pine. Now, how do you account for that?"
Dunno"
ait Just beats me. When the Governor examined
the work he insisted on my painting on post with
the dog chained to it. Said he didn't know what
might happen"
GOOD scheme growled the President maker.
" 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 boat in the foreground. I'm blessed if
George didn't absentmindedly take off his coat and
step clear through the canvas trying to jump into
the boat-thought he'd go out rowing, you know
"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.
Smallpox? That reminds me of realistic his
torical subject I'm engaged on now, entitled The
Plague in Egypt I had only completed, four of
the principal figures when last Tuesday the JAM
tor, who sleeps in the next room, was taken out
to the hospital with the most pronounced case of
ieprOsy you ever saw, and this morning the boy
who mixes the paints began to scale off like slate
roof don't really know whether to keep on with
the work or not. How does it strike yOu?"
at strikes me that you had better Slide said
the un@sthetic molder of public opinion, gruf1ly.
Don't care to send reporterround, then?"
"No, sir"
Wouldn't like to give an order for a lifesized
Gutenberg Discovering the Printing Press eh?"
Nary order
Don't want seven by nine group of staff done
in Oil or Crayon?"
NO." said the editor, as he again lowered him
selfinto the depths of leader on the Roumanian
imhroglio: but if you care to touch up two win
dow frames, some desk legs, and the fighting edi-
tors black eye for four bits and lot of comic ex-
changes you can sail in
ats whackl" promptly calculated the disciple
of aesthetic culture, and, borrowing a cigarette
from the dramatic critic on account, he drifted off
after his bruShes-Srn FrrnciScO Post