Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-11-23

Defore an adoring public?
She could not know it, so it wa
their hair long and ran around with I
. crowd Of artistic folk who painted
pictures and had studios. She could
not help it if the neighbors talked
about her geniuses and called them
crazy and wild and dreamers; she
had only prayed for one genius, and
Heaven had made three.
But Mrs. Gabrielle Rossetti, with
all her geniuses, had nothing on
America, for in Brooklyn, n. Y,
there is just such a family.
Brooklyn is . city connected with
New York by a bridge and is the in
dignant butt Of lot Of New York's
jokes.
But some Of these days. when
Brooklyn parades a whole family Of
gsniuses up Fifth avenue, New
York will have to eat humble pie
and bear the merry ha-hs Of
Brooklyn as best it can.
Mr.. and Mrs. Joseph NJ. Kratina,
Of Brooklyn, beat Mrs. Rossetti, Of
England, by one point-they have
four children and each and every
one Of them is . genius.
But there is q difference.
The Kratinas have common sense
lots Of it. Far be it from them to
b eccentric or wear their hair long
Al shaggy. No, they pay the bar
~ regularly and do not wear Aow-
ing Buster Brown ties or black VEL
vet coats.
They are Charlie and Liduska and
George and Andrew.
And the greatest Of these is
George.
A Regular Fellou.
Antithesis of Artist
George is twelve and a sculptor.
Sounds formidable.
II he has not long hair and a VEL
vet jacket, at least he should have
q huge pair Of tortoise-shell glasses
to give him . startled expression,
and head the shape Of Young Bos-
ton in the funny papers-but not
bit Of It.
George came bounding into his
fathers studio, which Is q modest
little one-story place sandwiched in
between barber shop and quick
lunch restaurant. Bad place for the
MUSES. to have TO run loose in; sup
pose they got into the restaurant
BY mistake, or imagine a barber
lathering the face Of Muse.
George twiddled his cap in his
fingers, and they were not the long,
white, tapering fingers Of a sculp-
tor: they were black with the com,
mon little-boy variety Of dirt. And
hs rrinned a huge Rooseveltian grin
that showed to the world molars and
cye-teeth galore.
His stockings were wrinkled--
what kept them up at all is still a
mystery-and his shoe laces. They
were another mystery. How could
they ever 60 through the holes
meant for them, with all the little
knots tied in them?
Ask George, he knows.
And this reg'lar feller has then
nut-brown eyes" that inspire poetry
deep, deep brown, and the white;
OF his eyes have faint touch OF
blue.
He didn't look like genius as h'
stood twisting his fingers and watch
inr them as though he never knew
before that fingers were such inter
estine things and could move in 81
many different directions,
cav, gee" Georgie began. ''all
A. IA 70 out TO the Too-up in III
Hronx-and see them play them
,neS ming the animals, ns his next word
e1rlained. "Gira6es and monkeys an
eI1;Shants. Then cam" home her" /
ths studio and make the" IN clay It
SOjd" Squirrels and
Dogs at Age of Three
S.sI don't tVke the clay there an
& sallG them, atusc people would com
!. ~ Hnd and vi h me-l tried it once.
ii snrtnned Sly a. he watched Oh
Saks eiP} on the aeoE.. :,
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