The Irish standard., 1888-01-07
GREAT PAINTERS
Realistic Works OF Art Produced by q
Crowd Of ArkansaW Liars.

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i Realistic Works Of Art Produced by .
4 Crowd OF Arksnsaw Liars.
Several mon were sitting in a store
at Jameson's lanyard talking of the
pictures which they had seen in the
'.art' gallery Of county fair.
.'Yes, looked putty WELL" said au
Did fellow, ..but they amt what / call
fne paintin'. Boys, you know'd Andy
Summersp"
u eyes"
.'Wall, Andy was a painter. One
day he painted the pictur' OF an over
coat an it was so nachul that his
daddy put it on an had wore it some
time before he found out it was
pictur'.'' -
..Yes," rejoined fellow named
Smith, Il have heard of that pictur'.
Andy was putty good cub painter,
thar amt no mistake about that, but
when you want to get some right good
work done you've got to go to feller
that has parned the trade sho nuff.
Now, Miles Stokes was what I call
number one painter. You all knowd
Miles-lived on the old Astcrd place
the year after the war. One time
Miles painted the pictur' Of s. fiddle,
an III be hanged if q fe ler didn't take
it to dance an play On it all night
Never heard sich music in my life.
Made it fairly talk, the Teller did That
was one paintin; sho nuff.
THAT was mighty fine pictur',''
said old Gates. '.Miles could have
done suthin at paintin ef he had kept
on tryin', but he peered to lose his grip
airter Bob Hauley come around. Had
ley was a fine painter. OF course. I
amt no art critic, nor nothin' of that
sort, and don't pretend to put nay
| jedgment up any higher than you can
reach, but somehow he always struck
me as bein' pow full nachul painter.
| One night thar was possul OF over
at old Simmons house an we got after
Bob TO paint us a pictur'. He said he
didn't feel like paintin' an KEEP on
! maxim excuses till old Simmons went
out and fetched ia q bucket OF paint an
q bresh an told Bob that be jest must
paint some soct of pictur', whuther or
no. Wall, Bob he tuck UP the bresh
an begun ter slash it ssoun' till the
iust thing we lznow'd he had dun
painted the pictur' Of a jug. 1t wuz
jest as nachul as any Jug ever seed,
an when I tuck it up and sorter sEucls
it hearn suthiE' slosh. I turned it up,
l. did, an hanged ef thar want whisky
in it.p
''Sho nuti whiskyp'
stlell you how sho' huff it was. We
let in to eirinkin' it, an it Wa n t long
till we was ali drunk
''Its yore time now, Uncle Buck"
cried q young fellow, slapping all old
man on the back.
II amt no ham to exaggerate,
boys" Uncle Buck replied ITO me
thar ain't no fun in a impossible lie"
''Then what you air goin' to tell US
is the truth, eh?''
Eyes, an I'll bet my boss agin
yourn.''
We'll, wait till I've heard your
story"
"All right Uncle Buck continued.
Il was in Bill Rickey's store some
time ago, Bill, you know, while he
don't make no pretense, is consider
able of an artist. Wall, jest to amuse
ME or himself, lie painted a niger, an
the nigger Went outdoors, chopped
some wood, brought it into the house
an; made as good fire as you ever
saw
''Uncle Buck, I'll take the bet.
t'All right, Yander's John Higgins
utyauder Call him in. -
Whe?. Higgins came in Uncle Buck
asked, Higgins, WANT you at Rick
ey's store one day last week.
eyes.
"Seed me thar?"
Yes
"Anybc'y else thar?"
Eyes. nigger,' y
"What did Hickey do to himp"
"Snatched up bresh and painted
him, jest fur fun. -
"What did the niger do shortly
afterwards?
Chopped some wood an made a
fire.
"Gabe," said Uncle Buck, "go
fetch that horse round here.h
"Oh, no, you said he painted the
pictur Of a nigger. y
mo, didn't; did boys?'
mo, said he painted a niger, :"
some one replied, and the boys agreed
that those were his exact words.
$ That's the only hoss I've got, Un-
Gle Buck
''K;in't he'pit; fetch him. y
G;.be brought the horse around and
Uncle Buck led him away.-Arhonsaec
IrGve2er.
For many years it was uncertain
whether the Dresden or Darmstadt
..MadOnna'' was HOlbein's genuine