Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-06-30

For their benefit We should like 10
relate the story of man still on the
SUNNY side of 30. A little over 20 years
ago this man. then a struggling youth,
obtained 9 Job as q pot wrestler" in a
Chicago lunch emporium, Meals were
included in his compensation, and his
wages merely sufficed TO keep him pro-
vided with meager clothes and a roof
over his head. please note that this
is not sob story
Every morning he fastened white
anron around his waist and began his
drab duties There were no washing
machines, so he cleanSed each table
article by the simple expedient OF dous-
ing il into hot water with MS own
hands. Occasionally, when there was
f7lSh of customers. the manager elevated
him TO the more dignifled job OF serV-
Ing at the counter.
During the lnog, weary hours. while
he was scraping and washing dishes,
he dreamed. May-green meadows spread
before his vision. Pastel pinKS ana
puppies of a Summer sunset were re-
ffectec from the greasy sink, 1--WE are
not trying 10 be folishly poeue,l
red pecktie fascinated him. Not so
much the tie as the color. Greens, and
yelIows, and mauve charmed him with
the spell Of their beauty.
Then some one would shove stack
Of dirty dishes through the small aper-
ture in the wall. Once in a while a
hand-organ would play during the sui
try afternoons and he began to enjoy
IT'S music" After hours ne would
walk through the congeSted tenement
district of the city and watch the
urchins at play while the parents sat
on the fire escapes and tilted their
beer. At times he would Saunter down
10 the lake front and gaze over the
vast exoanse of water to the horizon,
hevond which lay--he knew not what.
rrhe lake steamers, too exercised his
imagination. OF course, they were only
lake steamers, but they sailed places,
One day he bought an inexpensive
box Of paints and several cheap brushes
He could not afford to purchase water
color board, so he practiced OF wrap
ming paper. Somehow or other, he con-
friyed to make pictures Of sort, and
with these samples applied for instruc-
ton at the Chicago Art Institute. his
happiness was complete when ne was
accepted.
Every night. after his apron was
rolled I'D and put away, he hieo him.
self to the institute. For four long
years ne attended that famous academy,
following in the footsteps OF many
artists Of present renown. Mark you,
he wrestled dishes in the meantime.
The day came, at last, when ne was
commissioned to make Q small Illus
trstion. Thus his career in art began.
The rest of the story is simple. his
love of music led him TO meet the
daughter Of a noted band leader and
they we're married. He went 70 New
York, established himself in . modest
studio, and in time managed TO save
enough money to go abroad for study.
Today he is one of the finest advertls-
ing color artists in the country and his
income scars around 100000 a year.
We should like to publish his name. The
reader has seen it many times, doubt
less.
Not more than Is years ago, q young
fellow played in an East Side New
York; street, not far, incidentally, from
the original home Of Gov. Smith. The
women who had to clean their own
sidewalks land most Of them did would
shout at the boy with vexation. as they
erased chalk marks before the door
stems. One day an artist happened
along the street as the lad was busily
engrossed In the task Of making carl
cature. He invited the youngster to his
studio and taught him the rudiments
Of drawing. Later the boy attended
the Art Students League, and today
his drawings appear in many Of Amer