The San Francisco call., 1898-02-13
HARD LUCK" JoULLN BUT WAS THANKFUL FOR KEROSENE LAMP EVEN IF lF1E PRO- SMOKED

ton and I will give you $1Oo for your design oo and I will see what l can do TOT you, and will you believe it, he did. l paid the landlord, but l haven't licked him
 But what Is life without sweet hope?"
 T cannot say that I have had such a very hard time during my artistic career" said L. P. Latimer, flor 1 have been rather fortunate. There have been times when 1t has been hard to make both ends meet, but I have always managed at the last moment to sell a picture. The greatest trial I ever had was when my health failed and 1 had to go into the country, with strict or ders from my physician not to touchmy brush for three years. The anxiety was something terrible; I felt like a caged bird, and that was the greatest struggle that l ever endured for arts sake"
 Tt is amazing" said J. W. Clawson, "how much real wretchedness can be transformed just by an unexpected order for 8 picture. I had a studio in New York at the time of our greatest Skrmish for food, and my wife and 1 were feeling the lack of rations and rent, while the day for our monthly re- mittance had not yet arrived. We were rather blue, and the playful chatter of our two-year-old babe reminded us of our responsibilities Just then MT. Sar- toris, General Grants son-in-law, called and said: 'Clawson, old boy, am going to sail for England tomorrow and would like to take a pastel portrait of a friend to my father. Can you do it by noon tomorrow?
 Though a big effort, I announced with celerity: Yes. If your friend will pose immediately The portrait was a success, and finished when MT. Sartoris called the next day. He handed me five new crisp ten-dollar bills. Wife and I bowed our benefactor out and when the door closed fell into each others arms, while the baby grabbed the bills and, before we discovered 1t, had torn one into fragments, the largest of which was a quarter of an inch square. It re- quired more time to mend and pass that greenback than it did to make three pictures"
 J. D. Strong associates the great est hardships in his artistic career with the year 1874. At that time I was studying in Munich" said MT. Strong. "and waiting anxiously for my long overdue remittance. I was in pretty hard castings, I tell you, and finally took the advice of some students, who conducted me to a one-cent SouphouSe. This place was kept open for the very poor There were no walters here each fellow must help himself to the soup plates and ladies on the shelves, and wash and return the dishes when he had finished his meal. This meal consisted of a scoop from two great caldrons of soup, or sort of pot pourri I never could make out suit able name for the ingredients unless 1t could be called anti-fat.
 Well, for a price equivalent to one
 ord h0 privilege of fishing in these caldrons for whatever I could take out at one scoop was given me. At one time got a chop bone and a chicken leg. This was not very fattening, but l was faithful customer there for week.
 When I was thirteen years of age" MT. Jorgensen began, ''I commenced my first struggle in labor for art by shortening my sleep. l could be found by o'clock every morning scrubbing the floors of the old Art School at 43O, Pine street. By doing this and run ming errands, I was enabled to clothe myself and help my mother. Sometimes during the janitor's absence all of his duties devolved upon me, but this was my first struggle and not the worst one. From 1881 to 1883 l was an assistant di- rector in the Art School, when MT. Williams advised me to branch out for myself and take studio. l started out on a SClI nunL anu IOuIlu OIle OH call fornia street that just suited me. But to my astonishment was asked to pay the rent of S20 in advance. I had scarcely a dollar in my pocket and I lay awake half the night scheming to get that sum. When morning came I gained enough courage to ask the loan of a friend I got the twenty and pro- ceeded to arrange my studio while my bosom swelled with joy at the thought that I was actually In business for my self. It did not take me long to get things in order for my supply of fur niture was meager. But my stock of hope was at high tide. Then I sat down to wait for pupils and orders. Seven days passed and not figure darkened my doors.