The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-11-02

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burst out Helen resentfully. do they
really expect anyone to see anything
| in that?''
Told you these Cubists painted
/ these pictures with their tongue in
| their cheek They've set out to fool
| the public and from the size of this
| crowd / 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 was
thickest Listen to some OF these
comments" nudging her? They're
rich"
81 see the stairs. but where's the
LADY,"
Looks like an explosion in shingle
factory"
well. if that's her log. there's a
dozen more just back of it. oh, the
others are to express motion, are
they?"
mo, / can't show it to YOU" his
voice was discoura ged. you have to
study it out for yourself.
1 suppose it's fine if you can see it
but 1 can't q
Then from some fresh arrivals,
"Oh here's the one we wanted to see,
But where's the nude lady? Looks
Warren was chuckling over these
comments, but Helen was too indig
nant to see the humor of 1t all. If the
artist was not sincere, and the public |
was trying SO hard to see something
that was not there--the more She
thought OF it the more incensed she !
became.
We'll, what do you think OF the |
nude LADY," Mr.. Stevens had found |
them again.
"At least there can't be any OBJ !
iections to it's nudity" grinned War !
rem. Even Comstocll couldn't object |
to that
And you don't see it either?" Mr..
Stevens turned TO Helen. 1
Helen shook her head. There were |
so many indignant Things she wanted |
to say that she could find adequate |
expression for none of them.
Next year the artist can turn If !!
upside down, give it another name.
and he'll have another perfectly good !
picture suggested Warren.
Exactly laughed Mr.. stevens.
NOW come over here. I want to show
you The Lady with the Mustard
Pot"
There had been bleared and battered |
faces in the room beyond, but this
surpassed them all. Helen had once
seen a boy who had been horribly
sting by sWarning bees. with one eye
shut and his whole face a swollen
mass. The Lady with the Mustard
Pct was not unlike that.
Yes, that's a pretty little thing:
but why the mustard pot"' asked
Warren. I thought the Lady with
the Rose or the Lady with the F'N,1
was the sort Of thing artists affect.
But the Lady with the Mustard Pot
charming conception, that"
The audible comments before this
painting were quite as interesting as
those the nude lady.
what does this call ITSELF" asked
as they passed on 70 anothe,'
red blocks.
The Dance'-explained Mr.. Stevens
"Um-n, The Danca-that's iIlu-
rninating. Just what is supposed to
be dancing?"
"A girl; she's fairly plain. Here's
her leg; she's kicking out? Get it?"
Cant say that i do unused War
rem.
do you know what Evelyn says
about tbis?" giggled young woman in
front OF Helen. she says it looks
ike nose bleed
ooh, did Evelyn say that 2" laughed
he other girl in confused apprecia-
ion. Everybody smiled. 1t was a sa-
lent comment on the picture !
This is supposed to be Paris" some /.
)ne said as they moved on to the next
canvas mass of black, gray and :
white smudges. Every body seemed Q
o be explaining to every body else that !
t was street scene, and in front was !
to be cab with two women
Getting into it. Z
"Oh. think / see It, There's one =
woman in tae cab" n
NO, That isn't woman: that's a :
rec. The cabs to the left"
How about you, Mrs Curtis?
What makes you so auiet?" Mr. Ste-