The Washington herald., 1916-01-17

seventy-fve cents each. according to
and unadulterated cream Is twenty-five
cents pint. Cornish cream is famous
for its richness and 1t Is sent in small
brown jars all over England.
The artists who live In ST. Ives are
well satisfied TO remain there. spent
several afternoons In the big studio sixty
feet long. with the, window looking out
on the broad Atlantic. Of my old friend.
John Dougias-the artist photographer
of St Ives. And had tea with the Yer
Becks. who live in the quaintest place,
the ancient house of fisherman Snug
gler, with studio above. Mrs. yer Beck
has made journey in Zeppelin. and
written a wonderful book on twilight
sleep. and talks thrilliugiy of both ex-
periences. Frank Yer Beck, being tenn
peramental. abandoned work at the be-
ginning of the war and gave all his
time to the v. T. c. Volunteer Training
Corps.) He is good and ready for the
defense Of England. hitting the bull's-eye
nine times out of ten. Now he divides
his time between drills and drawing,
having called his bears to maneuvers.
He is the father Of the Teddy Bear and
has Just completed two amusing books.
George Doran Will produce Bears In
Mother Goose Land" and Frederick
Stokes "The Little Lost Bear" These
bear books delight me, but, then, love
bears.
A few summers ago, a Frenchman with
q dancing cinnamon pear-"Why are Gin
namon bears the best dancers?" will ask
Yer Beck-stopped before my little house
In Brighton. The Breton with the ear
rings began his song, the bear began
the varsovienne. went out to ap-
piaud the performance when bruin. re-
garding me with favor. placed one heavy
arm around my neck and nuzzled his
muzzle against my cheek. The singer
beamed upon us. "Pauvre bette, II vous
regarde Madame avec ramour dun fills
ouelle Photographic vous en- feriez." I"
("Poor beast, he looks at you with the
affection OF a son. What a photograph
you two would make.'D / gave the team
a pot of honey and a shilling, but they
never came back again.
Among the prominent American artists
two are absent. Dougherty, the great
seascape painter, In now in France help
ing feed and care for the thousand help
less orphans left In the wake Of the
German army, and Elmer Schofeld, q
great painter, has Joined the English
army. and although no longer in his first
youth he hos made fine soldier and
won a commission.
imitabIe stories. When he finishes / al
ways feel like calling for more. Mary
Annie. the daughter of a fisherman" he
says, was a model not only worth while
in beauty. but in wit. She was as white
as a Norsewoman, with clear blue eyes,
cheeks like a tinted seashell and deli
cate spun-gold hair. But her heavenly
appearance belied the heart of a war
rior. She would lift her serious eyes
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damosel and vary the monotony by relat-
ing such bits Of wisdom as, My mother
do say that IL you don't fight when you
are young you'll be somebody's servant
when you are Old But you don't fight.
Mary Annie, surely not?' ! would ask
her. If I'm driv do said Mary Annie
valisntly. Ny mother do say. Don't
fight until you have to. then fight TO a
finish"
"one day she came late to the studio,
with black eye. My mornings work
was begun. waved my paint brush
silently toward the black bruise- Yes,
said Mary Annie. with a perfectly hesv-
emily expression, 7 didn't begin IL but
/ ended IT / was with my Cousin Jane.
She slapped me first, then / sat on the
floor It'll my temper was up. and when
boiled l gave her what for. Both
her eyes f. black She smiled. showing
a
bite on her wrist My Cousin Jane her
tone was solemn, won't never fight me
no more
And what became of Mary Annie?" I
asked.
she grew up" Mr.. Dyer answered.
"and married a beautiful barber with one
leg. Sounds like a fairy story. doesn't
1t, but it's all true
The little coterie has been reinforced
since Belgium's tragic fate by several
well-known artists, among them Reckel-
bus, a youngish man of decided genius
He has his own individual genre and
paints brilliantly. / knew St. Ives well.
but never realized its varied beauty un-
I'll saw his many pictures painted dur
ing the last year, since his country and
his own career have been wrecked. He
would be immensely popular in America
have been urging him to visit our hos
pitable country.
Steady work has made him compare
lively content and he lives in hope of one
day going home. Altogether the artistic
part of the community here is the more
cheerful People who can live in visions
and dreams, though unrealized, evade
much of the sordidness of life.
My vacation nears an end. Next week
go to London and dare the Zeppelins.
BETTY O'CoNNOR.
(Mrs. T. P. O'Connor)
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