The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1911-11-18
BENEFACT|ONS WITH A STRING TIED TO THEM
People Who Give Away Money in Lump Sums General
ly Want Their Names in Conspicuous Places
Why Pretend to Like People?

Sometimes bogus old masters are
palmed off on them by designing pic
ture-dealers and not lnfrequently old
vases of ancient dynasties. made out
of New Jersey mud, are displayed ad-
miringly in glass cases in the galleries
, Of multi millionaires
But it is these very millionaires
that, as before stated, rob collecting Of
much Of its charm. By buying some
particular object of art or virtu in
whatever lob lots" it may have &C
cumulated, the collector of ordinary
income is ruled out since he cannot
possibly run up a price in an auction
room to the dizzy figure that some plu-
tocrats agent has been instructed to
do
He has no chance whatsoever
! The plutocrat does not, ten to one,
know anything about, or even, care for
the object purchased. 1t merely feeds
his vanity and adds to his possessions.
You rarely hear of these people do
ing art a genuine service by purchas-
ing pictures by contemporary artists
which may become the masterpieces
of later day.
The only one of this latter class who
has become conspicuous as an encour-
ager of living American artists is one
Evans, with whose given name the
writer is not familiar, but whose ia
nous collection of American paintings
includes many of the most notable ex-
amples of modern art.
Bundy, by the bye, is represented in
the Evans collection.
What lot of time people spend
pretending they like things they not
only don't give hang for, but at times
positively detest.
| How nice it would be to be able to
say, as do children to one another
| 81 wish you'd go home" or Il don't
like you any more
That is TT don't like you any
more"
AS quoted here before-"there's
nothing so permanent as change"
| People change twenty times day.
You're never sure you will like the
person you're with alternating half
hours. Sometimes you like people
and again you don't.
| There's certain little verse which
had great vogue few years ago
which is worth reproducing here
Yes, people change-we did, you
know.
Last August, just year ago,
You wore red peoples in your hair
That night at Browns. / thought you
fair
And you were pleased l thought you
The music pealing soft and low
Seemed filled with joy--or was it
woe?
could not tell-for you were there!
Yes, people change.
Tonight your gowns like drifted
The wedding march peals softly, low
low
For Tom, a bridal wreath you wear
And l-someway l do not care
should have cared year ago
Yes, people change!
Herein lies a philosophy, or fact or
whatever you choose to term it, that
if generally recognized and accepted
would tend to the abolition of much
social strife.
Don't you remember the time you
/ fell in love with a girl at a party?
You pursued her. Wouldn't let her
alone. Your infatuatiOn was positive
ly assinine, and the disgust and deris-
ion of all your friends.
You hung on her words and on her
front veranda.
To touch her hand was intoxica-
ton.
bliss.
The time she let you kiss her-you
were blind with joy.
She had the general appearance of
an angel and you loved to look at her
long moments.
Then one day-suddenly-you
couldn't explain it-but you noticed
that her nose was red. How funny you
had never noticed it before! And, in
the batting of an eyelash. you perceiv-
ed her as she was-a common little
thing.
And she never could understand
why you got>your hat and never did
come back.
And, don't you remember how you
had your feelings severely Jared
by Sails drugstore complexion and
her glazing effrontery in appearing in
it without a veil and trying to pass
it off as the bloom of youth when you