Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-12-21

artist credit. There are portraits here, too,
that can be recognized at a glance as small
as they are. 1t is an entertaining and
motley array-comedy, melodrama, tragedy,
variety-trains, tights, wings-an assem-
blage of scenes, people and properties that
embraces the entire stage world.
When the blonde young man is satisfied
with his picture and the latter has been ap-
proved by the theatrical manager or his
representative, it is carried back 70 the big
north room and handed over to- another
blonde young man who hasn't any whiskers
because he is too young to grow 'em.
TO THE BOSS ARTIST.
This is the boss artist of the graveyard
for the array of stones strikes you good
deal like Gray's Elegy-and Is or 20 other
artists are making marks or weeping over as
many tombs-you don't at first know which.
A closer inspection shows considerably
more Jagged state of artistic affairs here than
would seem to be justifable in a well-regu-
lated graveyard.
Mrs. Leslie Carter is the Subject" A
small water-color sketch on a high easel in
the middle OF the cemetery. attracts general
attention. 1t represents Mrs. Carter at the
piano as the ugly Duckling" in the act of
refusing an offer OF marriage from young
dude in red coat. The young man seems
70 De somewhat cut up. So does Mrs. Car
ter. For one artist is doing her Chicago
feet over here in the corner, while another
is putting her clothes on a rock across the
way, and three or four other fellows are
play!ully black-chalking various sections Of
her anatomy on other slabs. The Young
lover in the red coat is scattered around
here and there with fragments of the piano.
These are being drawn for colors, every
color having its own set of tombstones.
GETTING THE FEATURES.
One artist has Mrs. Carter's head, and,
photograph in one hand and slate pencil in
the other, is having considerable fun with
it. II at the great day, when all of these
bodily fragments are assembled together and
the feet of Mrs. Carter shall have been
hitched on where they belong, and her love-
~ halr, that here seems to be sprouting out
OF the piano cover, gets into position, and
the dude lover and the piano are brought
out OF their present distressful condition,
and the whole black business comes out in
red, blue, yellow, green, etc.-if that head
should get lost-the very idea is horrible
For matter of that so is the thought that
Mrs. Carter's dismembered person is this
moment lying around loose there nights
among those gravestones of more or less
q
ner's certificate. It must be comforting to
think that some of these people have their
noses down to the grlndstone, and are being
etfaced by workman in chin whskers and
red hair to make room for somebody else.
ON THE BIG PRESSES.
Downstairs in the big pressroom dozen
large cylinder presses are running colOrs on
melodramatic scene, representing the viii
lain bending over the PROSTATE form of a
heroine, while another and assistant heavy
or middle-weight villain suggests that it is
TO feet from the moonlighted window to the
ground. The shocking inference is that
they are going to throw her out where DO
liceman will probably stumble over her
| about 8 o'clock in the morning, and, after
vainly whacking her on the feet with his
stick to restore her to consciousness, have
her carted off to the nearest station as a COM
mon drunk,
1t will cost good many people 81 so to
see whether this purpose is accomplished.
There's where the reward for all this bust.
ness comes in The first impression of this
scene is the murky outline or three ghosts in
fog of pale and silky yellow, but the next
press brings few points out in
SUCH A CHASTITY WAY,
with splotches of red, that if YOU were in
authority here you would be tempted to
stop the press, have the pressman thrown
out of the window and break up the stones
Then another press throws in blue, and
the whole situation is changed-for the
worse.
1t is not till you come across the same
sheet treated with black that the paper
| seems worth picking up at cents a sheet.
Then the heoyy and middle weight Williams
burst upon you with full force, and the
prostrate heroine becomes for the first time
an object OF sympathy. And here, at last.
is the completed idea of the blonde young
artist upstairs with the Boulanger whiskers.
When that bill Is displayed in the window
of Bowery saloon it will draw money into
the theater with gentle but steady suction.
CHARLES I. MURRAY.