Great Falls daily tribune., 1920-06-06
LETTER
By FREDERIC J. HASKIN
GREENWICH VILLAGE.

atmosphere. The popular conception
that artists and writer's are dreamy,
visionary lot who care nothing for
worldly goods and are easily imposed
upon is one Of the most absurd fallacies
ever created. AS matter of fact, they
bathe just as regularly as anybody else,
and they usually posses. shewd business
Judgment in managing their own affairs.
1t was group of artists who started the
first successful cooperative honsng
scheme in New York, and it was group
of artists who first conceived the eco
nomical scheme Of hiring Cooks On the
cooperative plan-thar IS, one COOK LOT
two or three studios. SO when prlces
started going up in the village, the artists
to leave. With the exception of few
notables who are left, including Harry
Kemp, Phillip Mo>ller, Art Moss and
occasionally Theodore Dresser, most OF
the old residents have followed the suit
of Joseph Hergeshimer and moved to
quiet Bohemias of their own, Ike
Chester, Pa.
How One old Resident Feels:
"The rabble that have invaded TINS
district in the last five years have no
more to do with legitimate Bohemla
of art, science, letters or though than h;l
next years prunes have to do with this
years BOOZE declared one of the Old
residents, who is now contemplating
moving. the other day. 'They are recruit
ed from the slums of literature and art
and the garbage pals of Bohemia They
are not even good sports. They spend
their lives whining for quarters ana
handouts. And the worst of 1t is, they
give the rest of the country, and even
Sew York. the impression that they are
the real art atmosphere of the village.
1t was in one of the village cafes
that he thus unburdened himself, eau
tioning the writer not to mention his
name as he might be wayiald ana
tanned on the skull by one of the victims
OF his TRADE. We turned triumphantly
to our companion, young man IRON
the middle west, who had insisted upon
our escorting him to the village put
his gaze was fixed upon man VINO was
entering the low, yellow painted door.
The mans head was large and pecui-
iarly shaped, his hair dropped. His eyes
travelled yacantly over the crude wooden
chairs and tables of the room, all oc.
cupied by uptown tourists and served
by a woman in brilliant orange sInock.
At last. he saw the vacant seat at our
table, and dropped YEARLY into 1t, put
ting a faded manuscript case on the
floor by his chair: and Immediately as as
suming a pose of utter detection, his
long, pointed chin resting on flat,
skinny wrist. In this position he sur
yeyed US mournfuly.
We Are Introduced to the "ViIlage
Gossip"
"Ah, / see that you are strangers
in our midst, are you not:" he said
sadly. (The painter whose grandmother
had been a belle in the village nudged
us under the table, May l not extend
you a welcome? / see, We have sweet
potatoes this evening-how refreshing
after fatiguing day with ones pencil
l wonder if you should be interested
in this little work of mine while wait
ing for your desert?'
he drew from his faded manuscript
case few sheets containing weird pen
and ink drawings and text in mimeo-
graph form. At the top of the first
page was the head, THE Village Cos
sip; Daily Newspaper and Other