Spring Exhibition of the National Academy
Thomas B. Clark Prize, March, 1910
the buccaneers by francis j. waugh
SPRING EXHIBITION OF THE NA-
TIONAL ACADEMY OF DESIGN
The spring exhibition of the National
Academy is crowded, like Mr. Waugh's
prize picture above. There is some carnage in it,
too. Neighbors kill one another here and there.
The hanging committee wins its usual meed of in-
gratitude. It did the work under the usual difficul-
ties and a little more. The paintings accepted
numbered four hundred and seventeen, which is
about one hundred and fifty more than were shown
in the fall and about one-third of the number sub-
mitted. In round figures there were about fifty
academicians and fifty associates, represented by
some two hundred paintings, and about two hundred
outsiders, represented by the remainder. But the
academy is doomed. Mr. Mather, in the Eve-
ning Post, has called attention to the fact. This is
the eighty-fifth annual exhibition. The years of an
academy may be fourscore (who knows?) with
labor and sorrow for a possible additional ten. The
United States Congress has only had some sixty-one
exhibitions, the skittish youngster. We cannot help
thinking that the academy, like other old sinners,
will die hard. The thought of losing it is too dis-
turbing. What should we do without it? What
should we have to abuse? It keeps us, as David
Julia A. Shaw Memorial Prize, March, 1910
an interior _ by susan watkins
lxiii
Thomas B. Clark Prize, March, 1910
the buccaneers by francis j. waugh
SPRING EXHIBITION OF THE NA-
TIONAL ACADEMY OF DESIGN
The spring exhibition of the National
Academy is crowded, like Mr. Waugh's
prize picture above. There is some carnage in it,
too. Neighbors kill one another here and there.
The hanging committee wins its usual meed of in-
gratitude. It did the work under the usual difficul-
ties and a little more. The paintings accepted
numbered four hundred and seventeen, which is
about one hundred and fifty more than were shown
in the fall and about one-third of the number sub-
mitted. In round figures there were about fifty
academicians and fifty associates, represented by
some two hundred paintings, and about two hundred
outsiders, represented by the remainder. But the
academy is doomed. Mr. Mather, in the Eve-
ning Post, has called attention to the fact. This is
the eighty-fifth annual exhibition. The years of an
academy may be fourscore (who knows?) with
labor and sorrow for a possible additional ten. The
United States Congress has only had some sixty-one
exhibitions, the skittish youngster. We cannot help
thinking that the academy, like other old sinners,
will die hard. The thought of losing it is too dis-
turbing. What should we do without it? What
should we have to abuse? It keeps us, as David
Julia A. Shaw Memorial Prize, March, 1910
an interior _ by susan watkins
lxiii