The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1922-01-12

| who is looking at an apartment, shut
very quaint, don't you think? No
hideous electric bulbs or steam radia-
tors or other modern atrocities. You
will find gas heater quite warm, and
it throws such delightful shadows on
the wall. The woodwork painted?
Well, you could have it done If you
like, but this mellow shade 6 white
is admired down here. Perhaps You
also dislike the wallpaper; some people
of course, do not care for such an intri-
cate design"
ION the contrary, it was the wall
paper that attracted Me," says the
broker, anxious to show that he knows
something about art. "That, and the
fireplace. grew quite accustomed to
freplaees in England. How much is
the rent $3.50? Well, wrap it up
and I'll take it along"
Some of the real estate agents, being
art students on the side, are expert
creators of atmosphere. They find
artistic merits in every glaring defect
and so dazzle the prospective tenant
by descriptions Of bohemian life in the
village that he is willing to sacrifice
all comfort in order to live within the
charmed circle. mo, this room does
not get the sum-" the agent will ex-
plain with patient patronage, "but the
marvellous reflection of the sun so
necessary to artists" Gle looks
h11r Co
good points to play up, but sees moth
ing but rusty fixtures, cobwebs and dirt.
Nevertheless, his kind patronizing
manner does not desert him). "The
charm of this particular house." he
continues, sis it's privacy and free
dom. There is only one apartment to
floor, so that one is never disturbed
by the proximity of neighbors. My
friend, So-and-so (you may have heard
of him in the Village) particularly ad-
mires the Gothic appearance Of this
building"
When Wreck Is Profitable.
This fall a small-town woman, who
had long revered the name of Green
witch Village, decided to buy a house
there. Her idea, like that of the first art
colonists years ago, was to secure a
dilapidated place for a small amount
of money and remodel it to suit her
self. After searching throughout the
district, she came upon precisely the
kind of house she was looking for in
Washington Square South. To her
practical middle-western eye, the place
seemed to be rapidly falling to pieces.
1t sagged Imply toward the east, and
its front steps looked as if they had
been used for artillery practice.
mo one has lived there for years."
she thought and hurried to the nearest
real estate Office.
. ''That house is not for sale," the
real estate clerk told her, "but if it
were it would cost you $4,000"
"You cannot know the one 1, mean"
persisted the woman. 81 am referring
to - which would have to be ex-
tensively repaired before any one could
live in it. Surely it can't be worth
even half of $5O,OOO."
"But it is" said the clerk, laugh
ing. "And the only reason it is not for
sale is that the landlord can make
more money out Of it renting it out in
apartments. If you will go back and
examine the place closely, madam, you
will see that there are tenants living
on every floor"
With the village growing less artistic
and more expensive every day, the
artists are scattering in all directions.
A small colony settled in the Old
Chelsea section but is now being GUST.
ed by the same clever real estate tao
tics. Others have fled the city alto
gether and have taken refuge in Brook
Ign and in outlying suburbs. A large
group has taken up it's abode in the
former aristocratic Brooklyn Heights,
but with no faith in the permanency
of their security. The heights so
closely resemble Greenwich Village in
every way that it is unreasonable to
suppose Latin quarter established OIL,
their old-fashioned soil would long es
cape the attention of commercial in.
terests. The same is probably true
of the colony near Spuyten Duyvil.
Bronxville and New Rochelle shelter
many distinguished artists, but there
has been no attempt to establish an art
quarter in either suburb.
In fact, the hope of founding another
Greenwich Village in some other Sec
ton grows DINNER and DINNER.
what" the artists ask you, "would be
the use? We would, only be pur-
sued. The only thing that can help
us is time. Perhaps in time the rich
and successful will tire of the village,
realize with o. Henry that BoheIfia is
land of Illusion and Quit Then we'll