Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-29

back, skylght and all And talk about your pictures
Museum any bigger than the that takes up the
whole end of the shop and I'm bettn there amt any
painted more vivid. Honest, it staggers us as we
steps aT, in: .o . u. ,o..,
still light. "Nfy chef deure, if you will allow
to say much. True it is not finished; but with me
a painting is never quite done. Always l can find
little more-a touch here, stroke there So it grows
bush blooms More than year l have been at
work work on R this No. mot Day must wait for the
Course, it up to to knock or boost The old
chap standn there his eyes shinin expectant Such
simple, friendly old duer too! tries to look wise as
sizes the thing up. First off, occupyn about third
of sde is what looks to be of between
a torpedoboat and a biplane Behind the wheel, and
eanin' over brass rail runnin' around the middle
works, Is a dashln lookln young gent with long,
black, cowboy mustache and wearn the uniform of
Jack tar. He's wavin his hand invtn at blond young
female giantess, about eight feet high in her socks
should judge, who's dressed romantic sheet and
p1llowcase costume. The fact that the aeropane IS
swoopin' right at her don't to make her at all
nervous for she stands with her feet planted wide
apart, hand grabbin' rosebush that has flowers
the size of cabbages it. her eyes gain fixed at some
wonderful snow-capped mountanpeaks over in the
next lot, and muShy smile on her generous mouth.
Yep, 1T picture!
CHANCES around at Pinckney and he acts as if he'd
been sandbagged sort of stunned, you know, But
he lets to be quite art expert pokes him with my
elbow He gets the signal.
"By Jove, thought" says he. "Remarkabe!'
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looks sort of disappointed So in with my best.
"Its corker, amt t?' says |. Fright up to date
too. Where'd you get the idea?'
"Ah, the inspiration!' says the old gent beamn.
always people asking that. Well, it just
sometimes as jump out of bed in the morning again
at night One moment have nothing in my head; the
next-pouf! it is there. This comes like that.
My friend Mullins, he has of these musical horns
monographs We go night to hear it
play. He puts that record-what is it osephne2
You understand
Come Josephine in my flying machine.
La-la-la. Laa-la. La-la-la-
AT once have my inspiration. There, Elise! l say
to my daughter That is what shall paint next. And
here you are"
Pnckney chokn' somethin', and has his
handkerchief OUT so keeps up the chatter. swell.
you caught it, all right" says l. "But amt it little
big for a quick seller?"
"Ah, to SELL" says he shruggn his shoulders. "That
may be- l do not know have not tried. How can l,
away off here? 1t is for fame that pant-fame If
get that, the money will later-for Elise. But
it is long, long-eh, Messeurs? You see, have not
always been as am now, artist. Before, was
decorator Ceilings painted walls | worked for
contractor in Fort Lee New Jersey 1t the fashion
then to have painted ceilings especially in the dining
rooms,-fruits, flowers cherubs sometimes scenes |
good at that, busy all the time; good wages too.
| was an artist then too; but only in way.
"The time came though, when painted ceilings were
little desired Very few had them any more. All |
could get to do was the tnting of walls. Me! MOI
said First will go hungry And it very near came.