Evening star., 1936-12-13

and where the landscape about the
place has never lost its charm for him.
He spoke Of the glorious golden back
ground of golden rod that covered the
landscape about Niagara in the Fall Of
the year. He was student at Niagara
University and received his art educa-
ton At the Art Institute in Chicago
and abroad. Sometime president Of
the Art Students League, Chicago, Dt.
rector Municipal Art Gallery at Dav-
export, Iowa, and later of the High
Museum Of Art, Atlanta. Ga, Mr.. Nc
Kinney feels his life of 80 years has
been pretty full; through 1t all, how
ever, the Fall of the year usually finds
undergrowth in search of grouse. for
no matter what may come. the call is
urgent when the season opens and he
must a-hunting 20.
Memorial to
Mrs. Barton Jacobs.
The annex at the back of the Balti-
more Art Museum, which is being
built in memory Of the late Mrs. Bar
ton Jacobs of Baltimore and Newport,
will be the repository for her collee-
ton of pictures, tapestries, Chinese
porcelains and her magnificent collec-
tion of jade. II will be recalled that
Mrs. Jacobs was the former Mrs Gar
ret. who was noted for the smartness
and elegance of her entertainments
both in Baltimore and at Newport,
where in later years she spent . great
deal of time. A charming person and
q Lady Bountiful to the less fortunate
Of her native city.
Hugh Walpele Recites
His Autobiography.
Mr.. Hugh Walpole in his lecture
recently at Constitution Hall. or
rather his more or less intimate auto
biographical, conversational talk in
the third person, spoke of the time
lessness Of time" and illustrated it in
very delightful and original way by
linking together the names and more
or less personal relationship of the
great writer's in England from his
time back to the dawn of minStrelsy.
Having as a young man taken tea with
Swinburn, Mr.. Walpole said he was
Supping with one who had known
Walter Savage Landor; he who in
turn had known Wordsworth, who
had seen DR.. Samuel johnson, who
when years old, suffering from
Scrofula. had been touched by Queen
Anne, and on down the year-space
will not permit-until Chaucer and
Piers the Plowman were reached. and
then the age Of English minstrelsy.
As one listened to his very charming
voice and felt the glow of his per-
sonality, he thought of Mr.. Walpole's
unbroken chain Of ancestors which
linked him to many of the great Eng
lish statesmen who had helped to
make English history; of his own
father, the late Bishop Walpole,
Bishop Cd Edinburgh, who was in
Washington six or seven years ago
and who charmed all those who met
him by his simple. engaging manner
and his impressive way of preaching.
He was much put out with his son for
writing THE Cathedral"
What an migrate Hugh Walpole
would have been not to have absorbed
some Of the wit and brilliancy, for in
stance, Of his ancestor Horace WAL
pole, one Of the greatest wits Of the
eighteenth century, or the cleverness
and genial fellowship Of his earlier
forebearer. Sir Robert walpole, one
Of Englands prime ministers who was
able to cope with Marlborough. but
of whom 1t was said. He loves neither
reading nor writing" but who said on
one occasion, If had not been prime
minister I should have been Arch
bishop Of Canterbury" While Mr..
Hugh Walpole's brilliant gift as .
writer did not come through Sir Rob-
ert. the tenacity and courage with
which he struggled to gain . place in
the field Of literature must have come
somewhat from the Norfolk fox hunter
whose English, while not chaste, was
impressive.