New-York tribune., 1916-07-17

II some wealthy. whimsical, tenn
persmental old person feels yearnng
to find out, before he dies. what kind
of paint decorates the totem poles in
| China or Mas a desire to get some
bark from the banyan tree Of Para
maribo. Robert Carlton Brown, author
free verse poet and Greenwich Village
bohemian, stands ready to satisfy the
old mans craving. Further than that
Mr.. Brown believes himself especially
fitted to ride any ones hobby.
In other words. Mr.. Brown wants a
job No ordinary humdrum work will
do. Chasing rainbows better suits his
fancy. Last year war brides were
plenty in Wall Street. Brown wooed
winner; but recently the 100000
dowry that he won petered out and
now he needs funds. So this author
few days ago announced TO an unim-
aginative world through the want "ad'
columns of gentleman's newspaper
that he, Robert Carlton Brown, desired
somebody TO offer him something .lor-
full to do.
eff | were to work for some one
beside myself" his free-verse pen
scribbled on untrammeled by any re-
gard for advertising rates, 81 should
want a kind, whimsical master. more
paymaster than anything else. One
who would appreciate me humanity and
never encroach on the p .'sonal ex-
preston of me so long as served
his interests successfully.
He Seeks the Unusual.
81 should wst something unusual
TO do; orchid hunting in Brazil, an
tiaue buying in Spain. collecting books
for a bibliophie. searching Japan for
prints. travelling round the world in
quest of beauti ul things, chasing RAIN
bows. Anything requiring spirit,
originally. versatility.
"Emplovers aren't imaginative
enough; | want a temperamental per-
son TO offer me something colorful
to do. ,.,
Robert Carlton Brown, 326 Fifth
Avenue
Freak advertising for jobs seems TO
have become quite a fad in New York.
A few DAYS ago an "ad" was inserted
in behalf Of young man, offering his
sale as a slave. 81 have got TO eat
was the excuse Mr.. Brown is con-
virced that he does not want work:
He never did any and does not intend
TO now unless that mode n proverb
at paws to advertise" is e joke. lie
never hunted an orchid or searched
Japan for a pare print He has writ
ten things for money and collected
books. and he boasts that he can buy
japanese prints right here IN little
old " York for so cents that VIII
sell few blocks away for 50.
Bv way of introduction. too, 1t might
be said that Mr.. Brown is not new TO
the unimaginative world .hat he ad-
drei ,ed in the foregoing ad. Who's
Who in America gives several inches
TO recitng his literary -ccomplish-
ments. Ii seems he has written short
stories and serials for half dozen
magazines and was fiction editor OF
one of them. Besides, before his verse
ran freely, he wrote What Happened
10 Mary" and Remarkable Adventures
of Christopher Poe" Then the free
verse muse entered his life and there
grew volume Of observations on life
which he called "My Marjorary.'
llr. Brown Speaks His Mind.
Yesterday at noon. when a Tribune
reporter climbed the four flights OF
rickety wooden stairs to the fourth
floor front room recently rented as a
writing studio By Mr.. and Mrs. Brown
at 326 Fifth Avenue, Mr. Brown was at
home.
Understand you're looking for a
Job ," the talk began.
well. ! wouldn't 90 SO far as 70 say
that" replied Mr.. Brown. Il want
something unusual TO do to put my
self at the service Of some one who has
an odd mission he wants performed. d.
But believe me, son. no regular time
clock punching job need apply. |
couldn't do ~ and don't want to. Just
some old millionaire who won't make
me work too hard will do. I'm getting
tired of free -lancing around, and most