The record-union., 1899-04-23

with which I had long been familiar.
1t was like looking at them again in
company with an intelligent and SYM
pathetic acquaintance, and comparing
our impressions. And I find this ex-s
perience Of mine is being repeated in the
case of many accomplished and cultl-
waited persons who have also read the
book and taken frank pleasure in 1t.
I am personally not unfamiliar with
art; and it seems to me that, in addi-
ton to the accepted literature of art
criticism, some such simple, sensible,
informal comments and suggestions as
are given in this book are greatly
needed.
CWe said @it is even probable that
there is a class which needs to be told
what this book undertakes to tell. Mr.
Prang's contention seems to be that it
is large and respectable class Doubt
less he is right. 1t is the fault of our
modern culture that a man may be
highly educated in literature, and re-
main an utter barbarian as far as
knowledge of or feeling for art is con-
eerned. But we must think that bet
ter book could be written for those
who need It'd. Evening Post.)
New York Herald Giovanni, heavily
laden, trudged along the street. with a
red scarf around his strong young
throat and a smile on his handsome
face; under the tan a flush spread UP to
his eloquent eyes. Around him were
myriads of obviously crazy people, hur-
rylng along, too absorbed to notice his
Wistful glances.
The trolley cars were -deafening, the
diseord of this. new, glaring city terri
he'd and confused him; each day was a
feast day, as he supposed at first, see
ing so many people; now he knew that
each day was a working day and he,
too, must ming1e with the crowd and
make living. The warm autumn had
changed to cruel winter, more black
than any he had ever known. Among
few compatriots he had found friend
ly shelter and Interpretation. His broad
young back, straight as Apollos, ached
with the burden; his feet ached, too;
worse than all, hunger, felt never in
sunny Italy, seized him when alone
among the rich. He craved some onions,
some cheese and black bread. Beg he
would not; sell he tried to, but all in
vain. At last, turning a corner in bis
aimless, weary way, he saw, against
the clear, blue sky, clearly outlined, a
great, cream -colored building, squarely
built, strangely familiar; clouds like
fleckS of foam floated above it's roof; 4
stream of people were passing up its
broad steps,
Giovanni leaned his basket against
the step and watched those who passed
him by, we'll fed and warmly dressed
This could not be church, it bore 10
cross nor steeple, but perhaps a hotel
or town hall. There was no sign above
the door. He discovered a placard with
the names of great artists and sculptors
of his native land His homesick heart
leaped with joy. 1t was a lecture, he
saw now, and the maestro would
speak on the far off things he knew so
well, the originals he had seen on many
feast day, or holy day, valued lightly
because they were so near
An inspiration came. These people
naughty, cold, were yet able to see the
beauties of art and might buy his imi-
tations. He quickly arranged his as
sortment of casts upon a corner of the
broad step and stood off to admire.
handling them gently, because he was
too poor to buy more if any were brok-
Ell When the graceful, fragile things
We're all assembled some small, rude
boys stole little lions head. He fought
them off, and frowned darkly at "dago, .
which he could not understand. Forget
ting hunger, he waited eagerly. 1t
seemed a long time, but when the peo-
pie finally came out they were talking
together and obhvious of him. few
glanced inquiringly. and asked prices,
then hurried toward the cars, which
passed increasingly. The Venus Of Milo
attracted one young girl, who looked
kindly at him as she paid him His
bas-reliefs and fauns, Psyche and
young Antinous appealed mutely and in
vain. His hopes had eliminated in
one poor quarter dollar. He gathered
up his collection with firm lips and
stern eyes and took his long way
home. At supper, among friends, he
inVeighed against the soulless parvenus,
and the next day he traded off all his
beautiful figures for a lot of monstrous-
~ ugly terra Gotta pug dogs In the
back streets, where the women goes. o
on doorsteps in wrappers and curl pa
pers, he found eager customers; then.
returning home richer in experience and
money, he resolved to follow this path
to affiuence, and next-to Italy and the
worlds masterpieces!
La grippe averted by drinking Glen
brook"-S3 a gallon. Theo Blauth, 4O7
| K street. Tel. POT.
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