The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-12-11

l lle dttlSl--QI the DruSn ana or the pei
 it is delightful"
 How lovely! Can't you explain it t | me?"
 l Well, there is 8 certain nudity O soul-an absolute frankness that mark
 the character of the genius. Here i
 an instance. Dauber you know, Is on
 of our best men in black and whit | work. He does those Vedderesqut
 things that have all sorts of hiddei meanings"
 T recollect," said Mrs. Dobley, eager
 ly. Now that picture last week called | Destiny. I couldn't make that out
 Destiny was standing on the crescent o
 the moon reaching for star. At times
 l thought there must be something t(
 explain it, but l hunted every page ant
 there wasn't thing. Now, what does
 it really mean?"
 My dear, you must ask Dauber about | that"
 1 Do you think he knows?"
 "Oh, Dauber knows what he means
 He can't print maps with his pictures
 Mrs Dobley but the spirit is there. was about to relate an incident. Dau- Der was doing a full-length black-and- white figure. Aftermath he called it. It was a wonderful thing. The eyes looking out under drawn hood. He showed me the sketch, and he said: There's something will keep people guessing'"
 "Yes-his pictures are like puzzles to me. Is it finished?"
 NO, you see Dauber had an accident at his studio, but with the absolute frankness that characterizes the man, he came immediately to the office to eXpulain the delay. Dauber was so busy that he was working nights and it seems the model got mad at some- thing and kicked over the lamp.'
 'The model kicked?"-
 "Yes--the young lady who was posing Tor Aftermath said he made her feet too big and it seemed she has a great deal of temperament, and it asserted it. self at this moment and set the studio on fire"
 Well, just fancy-I should think it dangerous to have things like that hap pen!"
 on, this artistic temperament is a queer thing to stack up against. But you get used to it. That is, you get used to being surprised. You begin not to count on anything being what you expect it to be. Then, one of our ar- lists We have to lock up in a side room without windows when he starts a pic- ture, and we have his meals sent in to him until he finishes. His capacity is enormous'
 For work"
 NO, for food. He seems to absorb it: put ms pictures have delicacy of feel Ing, a qulvery, moonlight effect that would make you think they evolved rom rose leaf and dew diet. But thev don't"
 Talking of food" said Mrs. Doblev. when l called at the office the other day l noticed a very tired, pale little glrl eatlng a sandwich in a corner. Who was she?"
 on, that was Rossiter Ross who did those spicy sketches signed Racy Ross in the Tablet before we began to take her poems on the Graf. Her style is very misleading. She writes entirely about racehorses, actresses, men-about- town, birds and bottles. I fancied her as dashing person who would come to the Giraffe office in a cab with foot man.
 You can imagine when this pale lit tie girl came in I was stunned. She was so timid she would hardly speak above whisper, but she sat down and wrote sketch in ten minutes. Han som Land at Midnight that simply reeked with luxury and magnifcence of all sorts. Then she asked If we would mind if she had bite of lunch before she went out, as she had an oyster sandwich in her bag"
 An oyster sandwich! I had never heard of such thing"
 Nor l. But she had one and bottle of milk and she sat down calmly and Finished them before she went out. earned afterward that she supports her mother and works twenty hours out of every twenty-four."
 We have another interesting char acter on the staff" said Mr. Dobley. He Is the Enthusiasm Engenderer."
 The Enthusi--' began Mrs. Dob- ey wonderingly.
 "Yes-it's an idea of my own, But he day will come when every maga- ,ine~ will have an Enthusiasm Engen- lerer. Of course he is supposed to be LII editor, but his real work is to get the writer's and the artists out of rut. You see, Mrs. Dobley, poets and artists, ike people in other vacations, regard heir days work very much as some hing that is to bring in bread and but CT and buns. They write for the mar ret and try to turn out good sellers.
 Now, our Enthusiasm Engenderer is | , young man who knows his business. | Ie talks of art with big A. and con- l emns everything in sight in the litera- y and artistic line except The Giraffe. | his wakes up all the dormant energies hat have been choked by commercial | mbition. Here, at last, say the poets, | I The Green Giraffe we can put out the oems that no one will buy. Here, cry he artists, is a haven for that good turf that I have been piling up at home } my portfolios. They go away from he office after an interview with our Engenderer walking on air nd generating good ideas. In this way 'e have large unconscious staff work lg for us without salary"
 What a remarkable idea" said Mrs 'obley admiringly. Then poets are al- lost as odd as artists, aren't they?" "Quite. There's Daisy Dimple whose xquiste Lines to a Baby Dewdrop' I,.,s ,rr1 In ies n Cfn