DOI Heft:
No. 103 (September, 1905)
DOI Artikel:Odds and ends from Edward Penfield's Studio
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.26960#0347
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EDWARD
PENFIELD
MR. PENFIELD S BOOK-PLATE
We do not impeach his candour when we think that
some of these hasty sketches and preliminary
studies are decidedly interesting, and no less engag-
ing by reason of their informal intention and their
reiegation to a neglected packing box. At aii
events, since Mr. Penheid will on no account crow
himself, let us make the most of the roosters.
We have heard lately of an artist who is so de-
voted to the study of poultry that he keeps chickens
in his studio. This is not a mere return to nature,
nor is it done in taking thought for what he shall
eat and what he shall put on to boil. On the con-
trary, he delights in tiny chicks rather than in the
older generation and revels in the anxieties of the
incubator. Mr. Penfield has different preferences.
Fur is more to him than much fine feathers. Ask
Billy, who is wise beyond his years, though truly he
is no chicken—nor yet the self-satisfied dachshund
seen at the bottom of the page—and ponder his
answer as to his master's tastes. Billy will not even
dignify such an inquiry by speech, though he is the
sort of cat that could doubtless speak if he had a
mind to. He would probably shut his eyes with a
long-suffering indifference and open them upon you
again with a half-forgiving condescension.
Billy is a great reader, not an omnivorous reader,
one who reflects much. The library is his special
bailiwick, though he is something of a hunter, hav-
ing a taste for feathers himself. He is to be seen
here in his master's bookplate, studious, profound
and gentleminded. It may be well to add, as the
bookplate neglects his handsome colouring, that he
is a tiger cat. He is sincerely devoted to Mr. Pen-
field, whom he holds the greatest of artists and the
best of men. Billy never misses his evening among
the books. He exacts a due amount of room on the
lounge beside his master's feet, which must be dis-
posed for his own comfort. Occasionally as the
notion strikes him, he may lift his back and flick
his whiskers and step up to have a look over the
shoulder at the printed page, which, if it takes his
BASE OF DESIGN FOR CALENDAR
EDWARD PENFIELD
EDWARD
PENFIELD
MR. PENFIELD S BOOK-PLATE
We do not impeach his candour when we think that
some of these hasty sketches and preliminary
studies are decidedly interesting, and no less engag-
ing by reason of their informal intention and their
reiegation to a neglected packing box. At aii
events, since Mr. Penheid will on no account crow
himself, let us make the most of the roosters.
We have heard lately of an artist who is so de-
voted to the study of poultry that he keeps chickens
in his studio. This is not a mere return to nature,
nor is it done in taking thought for what he shall
eat and what he shall put on to boil. On the con-
trary, he delights in tiny chicks rather than in the
older generation and revels in the anxieties of the
incubator. Mr. Penfield has different preferences.
Fur is more to him than much fine feathers. Ask
Billy, who is wise beyond his years, though truly he
is no chicken—nor yet the self-satisfied dachshund
seen at the bottom of the page—and ponder his
answer as to his master's tastes. Billy will not even
dignify such an inquiry by speech, though he is the
sort of cat that could doubtless speak if he had a
mind to. He would probably shut his eyes with a
long-suffering indifference and open them upon you
again with a half-forgiving condescension.
Billy is a great reader, not an omnivorous reader,
one who reflects much. The library is his special
bailiwick, though he is something of a hunter, hav-
ing a taste for feathers himself. He is to be seen
here in his master's bookplate, studious, profound
and gentleminded. It may be well to add, as the
bookplate neglects his handsome colouring, that he
is a tiger cat. He is sincerely devoted to Mr. Pen-
field, whom he holds the greatest of artists and the
best of men. Billy never misses his evening among
the books. He exacts a due amount of room on the
lounge beside his master's feet, which must be dis-
posed for his own comfort. Occasionally as the
notion strikes him, he may lift his back and flick
his whiskers and step up to have a look over the
shoulder at the printed page, which, if it takes his
BASE OF DESIGN FOR CALENDAR
EDWARD PENFIELD