The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-08-01
SELLING A POETS COLLECTION
NJ OODGOOD CUTTERS GOODS ARE
AUCTTONED OFF.

NNeNH y "AsNa nv hhNaH-
ures to Delight the Amateur and Anti.
qusrian-Msny There TO Buy Chespiy
II you didn't lave a cluster Of old iron
stove handles. ~clanking tin cans full OF
rusty bolts, jansling old fashioned tin
candle moulds. cracked bells. broken.
Justly fireplace pokers. dragging along in
your arms; IL you didn't struggle down
Little Neck's dusty roads under :. con-
! glomerate mass Of useless, old, one legged
hairs. their arms swinging limp. their
backs broken and their seats pushed
through. and IL you didn't have nc least
two musty, sad faced clocks that never
did run and never will, under your arm
yesterday. the rare old Little Neckers who
leaned In front Of the post Office and stood
watch at the railroad station opened wide
their mouths. chawed three mighty chawe.
and remarked:
That thar party never got a chunk
out 'er Bloodgood Cutters miles 'er poetry
fired AZ him. Then they returned to chaw
ing and watching cynically the dust COW
cred bargain and curio hunters bearing
away masses Of junk from the Poet Lariat's
tangled, co~bwebby storehousc Of 1t up on
Prospect Hill. II was the occasion OF the
selling OF Of Bloodgood Cutters goods.
The poet died some time ago.
The auction yesterday was a mighty
upheaval. the only disturbance among the
jumbled treasures of the flowing v~ersiier
that the last quarter century has seen since
Emnaline Allen, that was, his wife, gave
up housekeeping for good then. Over
almost half an acre Of lawn under the trees
IN front OF the queer Jointed house were
spread the fancies OF the quaint man who
picked up everything from a rag doll to a
marble vase, il made no difference what,
on his eighteen trips abroad and back
and his journeys throughout this country.
What have We now2" Rooted out Of a
box which self respecting spiders with
their webs had fed for o~vercowding, Auc-
tioneer Van Nostrand held aloft-the Poets
upper false teeth. 4 little old farmers
toothless smile. She had waited Tor this.
Fifty cents"
But a stiff upper lip began TO nee from
her dreams when opposition appeared in
dealer in false teeth and antique furniture.
He ran up the price. She followed. with an
increasingly Borrowing face, 20 81 rs. her
limit: At 81 80 the prize was Gus's. Who
will be the lucky patron Of the painless
parlors soon to wear the Lariat's teeth?
The Poets bathtub-it's full of nay
now and looks like a coffin. but he used
II when he took a " fetched to
hum for five cents by a long bearded farmer
who was thinking Of starting a chicken
farm.
Like the wardrobe Of a comic opera
SET for a South Sea island hung a row OF
red, green, pink and olive colored con
t%inental. Revolutionary and foreign court
uniforms from the roof Of the porte-cochere,
the one time deck of a Sound boat. Artist
r.. X. Child OF Flushing gathered them in
az Is cents per. He said In one motheaten
red one with yellow sleeve trimmings
and big gold buttons that he had the old
Rnaf ~ ta.,f Roo Ha,ytla a1 rAflarfa 500
father, who fought at Bunker Hill. Some
one else said he had the only Revolutionary
coat In the crowd in a blue one.
But this was the mystery. Who bought
IN that brown plush coat with big glass
buttons that the poet wore when he dofred
his alpaca one and went to whistle a poem
in rhe ear of the Russian Czarg And the
wise lady antiquarians smiled a Knowing
smile. Didn't you see that silent man in the
big automobile. who looked like Mark
Twain's personal representative. on the
spot 10 gather in that relic his friend the
Poet Lariat Of The ~Innocents Abroad"
purchased especially for the Cars benefit
on the Quaker City excursion Hadn't
after he bought it1 Even IL old Mr.. John
Toole, former justice OF the peace when
Gravesend was a metropolis, said he him
self wasn't Mark Twain, although he did
have bushy white hair, everybody thought
that Mark must have had some one there
All the jewelry, silverware. croekery
and clothing Of the poet, with his arsenal
Of swords and guns. formed a unique
exhibit on many tables in front of the porch.
There revelled the art critic Long Island
farmer, Sunday clothed and chin whiskered.
cautiously advising with wife about -how
fur TO bid on them thar undressed lady
statues Tor the parlor.' Art ran high.
when a Manhssseter got hold Of a white
marble kangaroo rampant in a bunch Of
plaster flowers and grapes. A squirrel
skin stuffed with a feather for a tall and
grouped on the handing neck Of "A wire
framed ~swan-the latter all ready 10 he
covered with flowers and sent TO a funeral
are going To be big pumpkins at rs cents
among the mohair chairs Of his darkeiasd
front parlor.
BY afternoon big automobiles were rolling
on with their crews armed with warming
pans. ndirons, silver goblets and services,
plates and platters, guns and words. John
&, Baker, a retired farmer. paid $50, the
highest price, Tor a pair Of andirons, The
highest price of the sale was S9l for a set Of
coral earrings and bracelets. An old sam
pier worked with a Scripture verse and her
name by Emmaline Allen before she mar
ried the poet brought 80 so from Mrs. y. II.
lowndes of Northport.
A family quilting party in ten small
figured dolls. seated about a framework and
quilt, was one Of the most curious sales.
The Farmer Poet had a name for each doll
from the Cutter and Allen families. Mrs.
l.. ". Starr, who has collected Hollis from Eli
~ INV y pAk " wi g. as NIt lbE
quaint thing she had struck. An Indian
Shull, dug up on the farm by MIR. Cutler.
sold yesterday for $3.50. IL was wrapped
IN q practical red handanna.
Rut what of Aurora, she Of the red wooden
hair and the wooden body, who once shifted |
A. the billowy crests as they foamed up
under her nose on the prov of some Long
Island ship until she nosed into the old
ship morgue Of Grcgory's on Manhasset
Ray? She had been identified ont of the
morgue by the I.ariat and reposed in her
seven feet majestic stature on the rack Of u
zig tree in the front Of his house for many
ears. He never knew her history. And
now she goes again. For the future she
: destined TO hold aloft the bunch Of roses
m her right hand and the something re-
Sembling a cabbage head in the other in
iront Of William C.. Oberwalder's jewelry
store AT 32l East Thirty-fourth street. |
ie bought her for 50.
The Rev. DIR. Clindenin Of Westchester
al his eye out for a lantern from his rela-
I've, Horace Greeley, but It wasn't sold
yesterday.
And 50 with the swetpins out Of the books
~ rs cents a shelf. Including The Foot
PRINTS Of Satan" and a volume Of dime
novels. nlnaty dusfv naana aaftIed IN