The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-07-13
WOMAN AND THE CAMERA
SOME OF THE D7VoTEEs OF ANA
TEUR PHOTOGRAPHY.

4EOh PHOTOGRAPHY.
bow the Photographic Mania Comes
On-Mrs. Platt and Her Detective
Katherine Weed Barnes Twenty-s!x
Cameras - Women Artisans Who
Take Pictures.
CCopuightJ
NEW York, July 12.-It is impossible to
tell over night who NAV be attacked by the
Photographic mania. You may go TO sleep
meditating peacefully on the prospect OF a
cool wave aud wake up with thoughts of
film rolls aud snap shots and developers and
the alleged ease of pressing the button while
a benefcent providence does all the rest
scurrying like so many microbes through
your brain
The virus works with unbelievable rapid
ity. IN ten minutes you see au iceman who
would make a capital character study for a
villain. In two hours You are listening
eagerly to instructions about focus and ex-
posure. In six hours you are training con-
fidently on a Brighton Beach belle emerging
from the water in a wet bathing suit. In
twelve hours you are fitting the pan hope
fully IN an improvlsed dark room, most
likely the bath room with blankets pinned
over the windows In twelve hours and five
minutes you are examining your first plate
nervously by the light of your red lantern
In twelve hours and six minutes Won are
exclaiming "Fogged" in accents of wild
despair. In twelve hours and ten minutes
You are drinking lime juice and water, a la
Beau BTummel, and explaining to your in
terested family that Its curious what an
amount of interest some people will take in
such things
Such is the run of an ordinary attack of
the disease, acute but brief Some people
have it harder Mrs. Thomas c. Platt has
had it very hard, indeed. This lady was
one of the first victims of the camera cpl
demlc 1t was four years ago or Whereabouts
that she began TO use her husband as a model
and immortalIzed the ex senator in all sorts
of dignified and undignified positions and
occupations. When she got fine series of
views OF him loading stones on q barrow,
wheeling the barrow and laying a walk,
somebody suggested, Labor vote, trans
parencles, use IN campaign
Loads are too small" said Tom Platt,
astutely, make the workingman grim
The pictures of immigrants that Mrs.
PIatt took at the barge office and on the
Burgundla a month ago and other steamers
more recently have turned out very nicely.
She has b en- down the bay with labor in
spector and Interpreter half dozen times
and has now collection of turbaned Svr-
lars and chunky little Italian girls in long
earrings, and tall and stalwart
Irish girls, and weather. beaten old
women from the Welsh mines and
picturesque Norweglans, Hungarians and
representatives of every nation that sends
It's surplus population to our shores
that is surpassed only by the Photographic
art gallery Of Mrs. Bruce Ismey. The
Immigrants have shown themselves willing
TO pose for her, once satisfied she was not
aiming at them a new sort of dynamite gun,
but on her last visit Russian Jew in a long
cloak of the hue of his long gray beard in
sisted with SO much dignity that "his face
should not be stolen that Mrs. Platt gave
her word she would destroy the negative.
The leonine old Russian may have been
looking forward TO the dav when his de
scendants should be the Nanastorbilts of the
twentieth century aud object to any record
of their origin.
Mrs. Bruce lsmay photographs shipboard
lie, as name connected so intimately with
the lnman line would suggest and has per
petrated groups that would make the for
tune OF an arti,t if he could reproduce in
color the faces of some of these new citizens
OF our new land. am told that the battery
under the old regime at Castle Garden fas-
clnated her, and that many of her most
unique pictures were obtained by snapshots
at the lately landed" issuing single file
upon the asphalt pavement, looking about
them curlously and in wonderment, seated
on the park benches looking over the water
or volubly greeting half-Americanized rel
atives.
The women who photograph do so with
all sorts OF cameras, from that which is sold
Tor 70 cents and takes single picture be-
lore the exhaustion of its usefulness, through
pin hole instead of a lens, up t. outfits
costing hundreds of dollars There IS one
young woman, and a very graceful and
dainty one, whose father has many shekels.
and who, when she goes off on a photo
graphic excursion is followed by a negro
servant, who carries her tripod and adjusts
1t with great flourish of elbows and CON
spicuoqsness of teeth when she has chosen
her point Of view. When the exposure has
been made, with 81 tink we got FER dat
time, suah, missy" he packs up the impedi-
menta and journeys on. 1t may be we'll to
ADD That the young woman, in spite of this
pomp ana circumstance of photography,
takes artlstlcally composed pictures.
Most women bitten with the craze Use the
handy little portable cameras, or detectives.
out even without the services of a colored
porter there are number who manage the
tripod variety Last summer at one of the
SeloI Socletys meetings at Brighton Beach
there was pretty scene when Mrs. Eliza
peth Cady Stanton consented to be placed
IN position and was photographed by a
daughter of Olive Thorne Miller. Mrs.
MlIiers family seems to be Photographic.
Tor she has two daughters who are given
to shutting themselves up in dark rooms
out who cannot, with all their "snapshot"
work, get very close views of the shy feath-
cred songsters that are their mothers espe-
cial study
One OF the most successful women photog-
raphers left America for Russia a month
ago. Mrs. Sergiws Schewitsch, who was the
beautiful Helene Won Racowitza and whose
career has been as romantic as that of any
living woman, had the face of one to whom
lie had brought contentment, but showed n
restless energy that did not disdain an outlet
IN half doz n fads, photography being,
the most Jealous followed. Her speciality
was the portraiture of children, and | re-
member chatting with her one bright
morning IN the park when a white-capped
nurse came along with a Kate Greenaway
urchin that could just toddle. 'Will YOU
lend me that babyW The aristocratic nurse
looked up at the tall, blue-eyed blonde
woman and stared. II only want to take
It's picture. The stare began to spell itself
glare. Come, little ONE and Mrs. Sche-
wltsch conquered the baby's heart with a
smile and an outstretched hand The nurse
had to follow willy-nilly, and for half an
hour the woman who played so strange a
part In the history of German socialists sat
on rock little way from the track of
promenaders and studied the baby as il
tumbled on the grass, catching it in all