The sun., 1918-12-11

Majestic doors. Cope TownEend was
sure now that he had a thorough grasp
Of the whole idea and was growing
enthusiastic over the idea until Mon
day last, when a truck drew up at the
Majestic and the driver entered the
lobby and asked for Cope
Mr.. Townsend" said the truckman,
Il got the Sheriff's panel outside here.
In what part OF your exhibition does
the Sheriff's panel got"
Cope had scarcely recovered from
the mental readjustment necessitated
by changing his ideas about what
Blakelocks were, when here comes a
coarse truck driver who insists that
the coming show was to be an exhibit
ton Of what Is known legally and So
cially as the Sheriff's panel" which
every one knows is a body Of gentle
men who give dinners.
ChanIer's Art work wins.
There was another argument
FINAL the truck driver made 1t clear
that by the "Sheriffs panel" he meant
was a beautiful black and gold panel
which had been painted by Robert
Winthrop Chanler, ex-Sherin of
Duchess county, grandson Of the late
Mrs. Astor. fastest ta1ker in the world
and a leader among the decorative
painters OF the entire cosmos.
So Cope Townsend finally permitted
the truckman to bring in the Sheriff.
panel and add 1t to the show. And
moment later the real fireworks
started.
Peeping out from partly opened
crates OF pictures littering the floor
Cope came upon two nudes. One was
a picture called Moonlight and Sea"
by Marguerite Zorach, and the other
was an oil entitled Mother Grief" by
Hugo Robus. Cope kicked or what
was left OF the covering over the two
pictures, looked the two tremendously
futuristic and wholly independent
nudes over ard called Mike Kerrigan,
the greatest porter in the entire Msjes-
tic Hotel.
Mike" said Cope, here are q couple
Of pictures that have been standing
too long. II they aren't already sour
they at least show signs OF curdling.
Before they get too high please take
them out to the garbage chute and put
the rollers under them. 1 don't know
anything about art, but I know what
hate. Raus NIT him, Mike"
Through the door came Eddie Smith.
John Sloan and the whole hanging
committee just as Mike Kerrigan was
reaching with a pair Of tongs toward
the two sour nudes. For the next few
minutes the third day at Gettysburg
looked peaceful compared TO the partly
hung picture showroom.
Question Of Kinds in Nudity.
do you mean to say" Numbered
John Sloan to Cope. that you object
to these pictures because they are
nudes?"
"No-not because they are nude"
hollered Cope, but because they are
nude Of all semblance OF art. Mike,
do your duty"
John Sloan came back with a
snappy retort to the effect that II the
Zorach and Robus paintings got the
gate every other exhibitor would with
draw his offerings. Wherefore the
battle surged back and forth, rising
to high water mark just before the
cocktail hour last night.
Then with the passing Of the cock
tail hour everybody won. Cope
Townsend said. "oh. let the darn
nudes stay in my hotel picture show"
and went into his own hotel dining
room and sat down to dinner. And
John Sloan thereupon graciously per-
mitted his own and all the rest Of
the pictures to remain on the walls.
And with the coming OF 8 o'clock last
night the private view was In full
blast and everybody had changed
from fighting toys to evening clothes
and all was lovely.
But for time yesterday afternoon
it looked as II Publicity Director Dom
Paul Mcintyre was going to see his
pet hotel loom in large typo this
morning in the newspaper columns
devoted solely to foreign war and
local police news.