The New York herald., 1921-02-26
PEEVISH In THE CRUSH
'PogrOm.' One of the 1900
Pictures. Is Almost Tragic
to Stout Visitor.
PROF.NEARING INPLASTER
Radical Orator Critically
Views Himself as His Friends
Pass Along.

Just before 10 O'CLOCK last night
Ernest Instant of Mount Kisco reached
the roof of the Waldorf-Astoria and
plunged into the throng that was TAX
ing in the private viewing of the fifth
annual exhibition of the Society of In
dependent Artists. Mr.. Instant was
followed by his patroness. Mrs. Pauline
Redfeld. who said that she divided her
time and fortune between encouraging
Mr.. Instant and organizing splendid
souls east of Chicago"
Under each of his arms Mr.. Instan.
carried cubist landscapes done in oils
and executed from Spy Rock looking
north and south-"the only things
worth looking at in all Westchester,"
ne said.
In a loud. hoarse voice that sug-
gested long sojourns in drafty places.
Mr. Instant demanded that the way
be cleared for him and his TWO land
scapes
This exhibit is rotten he roared.
~ have here the soul of a county in
two efforts. This exhibit is rotten.
Was notified? Was I?
"No.' replied Mrs. Redfeld "Mr.
Instant wasn't
NO. | wasn't" resumed Mr.. Instant,
so this exhibit is rotten. But rotten or
not, I'm part OF 1t now. I'm here sacri-
hcing pride and time and pride and.
For heavens sake, Madame, drag your
brat closer to YOU"
This last remark was addressed to a
woman in loose Grecian frock that had
lost its tail in the crowd She was drag
ging youngster by the hand, and the
little chap. in wild effort to save him.
self from being crushed beneath the feet
grabbed one Of Mr.. Instant's landscapes
and almost tore it from the artists
srasp.
Can't Tell Men From women.
Move on Ladies to the right and
gents TO the left" snapped a blond
young woman in the hotel livery. 1t was
her job to keep folks moving. and she
was making good. MY Gawd" she
groaned. Il can't tell which is women
and which is gentlemen tonight
'It amt you," the girl at the hat
checking stall assured her ITS them. /"
BY this time Mr.. Instant and Mrs.
Redfield had been merged with the
selected hundreds who had been in
vited to the private viewing of ] 200
paintings, sketches and sculptures. lie
managed to ease himself out of the
crowd not far from where Prof. Scott
Nearing was viewing with lofty uncon-
cern a plaster reproduction OF himself.
q
Nearing and fillmore Schonkels three
cubist interpretations of something that
Miss Schonkel kept to herself (she cata-
logued them First Roar, Second Wallop
and Third Noise, Mr.. Instant took lis
stand.
One of the landscapes he held in
sront OF him much like the young men
used to emerge upon the stage In vaude-
vile theatres between the acts holding
aloft placards announcing that Slemp
and La Fontaine we're about to appear.
He held II breast high, painted side
forward. and his face assumed a defiant
expression. Mrs. Redfield became an
easel for the other gem. but. being sew
eral heads shorter than Mr.. Instant,
she held her share OF art aloft.
''You will tire I fear Pauline" said
Mr.. Instant.
Not in such sacred cause. Idas." she
TfplifNs tApldluiliB " AAt A'RViAtA Api
THE NEW YORK HERALD that Mr.. In
stant was Tdas TO her and she was Mar
pessa TO him. You've read Stephen
Phillips Of course" she added.
Struggling In and out of the crowd
was Bella Cohen. whose job 1t was tc
see that the reporters and art critics Be
kept separate and taken in tow by folks
who knew art from news and news from,
art. Bella shuddered bit as the crowd
become denser.
Had to Limit the Crowd.
Last year we had thousands at the
private viewing" she explained. "Prac-
tically everybody came the first night
last year. The Fire Department told US
they'd close the place IL we had ans
crowd like that this year. so we've lin
tied II a bit. but It looks like crowd to
me and more coming all the time The
Countess isn't here. I'm afraid she won't
be--straw eyelashes. sandals. no socks
and the like and all that, you know.
Made big hit last year. For the sake
of your future. get off my foot"
Bella had thus abjured a bulky in
dvidual In a dinner Jacket and knlcker-
hockers.
Hes a clothing cutter by day and
painter after supper every night" ex.
blamed Miss Cohen "He aid that"
And Miss Cohen pointed 20 4 riotou'
painting forty inches square (the maxi.
mum Of size allowed for any ono paint.
iug). for which the artist was demand.
ing s2.5o0.
"Be'il take less" explained Miss
Cohen. Between you and me. 7 thinl
"eil take anything offered provided you
make tho offer quietly
Two men and two women IN strictly
Little Russia garments got their heads
together in the niche that enfolds Louis
Mayors busts Of Senator La Toilette
and Gene Dcbs and began singing the
ftnternationale."
Think they're pulling off strong stuf,
because they're In the Waldorf Hotel
explained a youth selling programmes.
This exhibition will 20 better after W.
begin charging admission. a lot Of those
guys will never conc again when faced
~ n gate"
The exhibition continues until March
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