South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-07-03
Their Married
Life.
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
THE THIRD YEAR.

Here's another choice bit" was
Warren's sarcastic comment. an they
paused before the blear-eyed, blood
shot. distorted face OF a woman.
Pleasant expression that"
Helen gazed at 1t in silent resent
ment She had exhausted her phrases
OF how hideous' how ghastly.
how perfectly horrible" and now
she viewed the pictures without COM
ment on their freakish distortions
For weeks she had been hearing
Of the ''cubists' and "futurists."
Every one was discussing this exhi
bitiOn Of advanced art The papers
were full Of IL. But not until this
fnal night had she been able 70 per-
suade Warren 10 take her
Now that ne was here he was en-
joying II hugely. It's all so blamed
rotten that it's great" was his sweep
ing comment
All, here we have a pleasing study
OF the female FORM" he chuckled as
they pushed their way through the
crowd TO the next picture.
IL was a crudely drawn nude wo-
man OF reddish purplish hue. with
buls1ng muscles and a battered face.
With a growing feeling OF indigna-
ton. OF insulted intelligence, Helen
stared at this monstrOsity while War
rem looked IL up in the catalogue.
An. yes, here we are-'The Sleep
ing Maiden ! should say The Night
mare would be better title. Sold,
too, by Jingo!"
Hello. Curtis! You here?"
Helen turned 10 find Mr.. Stevens
In the crowd behind them.
Well, what do YOU think OF it?"
Guess they don't allow profanity
around here" grinned Warren. And
/ don't want 20 be put out just yet"
Can't stand for Matisse and that
crowd, Ell? Been in the cubist room
yet ,"
No.. we're trying to get educated
up 10 that"
"Oh, come on. there's little gem
there l want 10 show you"
Mr.. Stevens pilOted them through
and pointed triumphantly 10 a large
canvas. before which stood a gaping
crowd in frank bewilderment
There you arel Prize puzzle pic
ture No. find the king and queen.
Some things / want TO look up in the
next room. See you later"
What did he mean. dear2 What
is this supposed to be-" asked Helen.
staring at the strange, confused OBJ
jects on the canvas before her.
Entrance OF the king and
queen. read Warren from the cata-
logue.
"No-no. it can't be that"
mo. 139. isn't it? Well that's
what il says here. Looks as much
like that as anything else"
You say the kings on the left?"
came an anxious woman's voice from
behind them. Where? 1 can't see
it,"
That's his head up there in the
corner" explained another voice.
And here's his leg-this thing that
looks like a saw. See il nOw?"
NO" hopelessly. 1--WE been here
three times and can't see it yet"
But dear. I don't understand"
burst out Helen resentfully. do
they really expect anyone to see any
think in that?"
Told you these cubists painted
these pictures with their tongues in
their cheek. They've set out to fool
the public. and from the size of this
crowd I should say they were doing it,
Come. let's find the one they talk so
much about-that nude woman com
ing downstairs. Guess this must be
it." crossing TO where the crowd WIS
thickest. Listen to some of these
comments" nudging her. They're
rich"
Il see the stairs. but where's the
lady?"
Looks like an explosion in a
shingle factory"
Well. II that's her leg. there's a
dozen more just back of it. Oh, the
others are 10 express motion, are
they?''