The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-11-21

Bacchapte they gave vent to absolute
disappointment. What, is that herr"
was the frequent if ungramatfcal cry
that went up, that little wisp of
thingr' A little later they came back
to the thought of the prudery that
condemned her, We'll, come to look
close at her. she actually hasn't rag
around-"her company is worse
I don't know what they saw. Heaven
forbid l should trouble to read ill-directsd
thoughts, but 1 can tell you that [ saw
only light, airy vision in bronze of
girlish joy and reckless laughter. l must
say that the pictures of it l had seen
did faint justice to It's grace and charm.
Its pose on one foot-the ascending line
carried on exquisite curves up to the
bunch of grapes that she holds on high
conveys naturalness for all its artistic
the upraised foot has no French aggras-
siveness, only exhuberance. The chubby
little child laughing at the appraised
grapes lies easily, and you feel, safely, in
the hollow of her left arm. Careless as
she may be Of Boston or the W. C. r. Z.
Then the upturned laughing face-there
should be a better light on it's simple
merriment. The modelling of the limbs
and body is very truthful 1t is not old
Greek in its reaiisna-as they at their best
idealiZed in their reach for perfection.
The spare, almost iank form with its con-
sequently prominent joints is not Greek
at all but modern and truer than Greek.
AT any rate, the treatment goes to
marvel with the whole figure. which can
give unmixed pleasure of line to the eye
no matter from what point you look at
the work. 1 don't think. however, that It
would be in place in a stately library. 1t
would not, as the good old ladies fear,
drive the bookwornls to drink. 1t would
not set the tawzly headed old professors
burnian sonnets to the blus-stockings
about them; but, it would, l fear, so raise
their spirits and even their toes that it
would be impossible to keep order, and
many dull, heavy books would never be
written.
WOMEN AND WATER coLoRs.
One cannot help thinking that woman is
clubs exhibition which has opened our
art season shows 70 women out Of 1853
contributors; There may be more who
as r. E. Sherwood stands for Mrs.
Rosina Emmett Sherwood; but there are
Y Florences. Nannies. Marys Matildas.
Carolines. Charlottes and so on that. ara
undoubtedly feminine. 1t should perhaps
be surprising that there are not more yet,
when we renemCSe>>sCa g. many thousands
of your ladies take water colors~ with
Yet those of US who have been called on
to admire Sophias really wonderful
work for girl OF her age" will not re-
gret the domestic retirement mt into @ which
out of 100. With the men 1t is different.
They are not painting in water colors
as matter of course A strong election
it must be that takes a man into art of
this busting American world of ours.
Hence even in this paradise of women
in art, we find the stronger, healthier note
among the works Of the men. One ex-
poets more landscapes and saascapes than
life studies in water colors, it SO easily
and beautifully expresses natures gen
tier moods-and this exhibition is no ex-
ception. The work of the club nebers,
too. runs more distinctly to American
landscapes, and that is much to be thank
full for We do tire, don't we, of the ever
lasting Dutch windmills, French poplars
and views ION thu grand canal at
Venice. The splendid wildness of Arthur
Parton's .'The Woods the bold dark
crimson of Charles w. Eaton's "Field of
Sumac," the cool shawods of Il. e. De
Golfers Road Through Pine Woods"
the tenderness of w. L. Lathrop's
Autumn Haze Ger the Hollows in tho
Wold,' and the autumnal freshness in w.
Merritt Posts The Edge of the
Meadows are all examples of the beau
ties of America out of doors.