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l\l IR\ \IIOWL
• STUDIO
VOL. LV. No. 218
Copyright, 1915 by John Lane Company
APRIL, 1915
The home
SPIRIT
BY HENRY
BLACKMAN
SELL
‘'Pity the poor rich!”
wailed a certain fabulously
wealthy young man as he
gazed upon the marble, the
mahogany, the walnut, the
silk and the onyx of his
new palatial residence
whose cost had travelled
well past the seventh fig-
ure. “I’ve lived in one
costly hotel after an-
other ever since I was
born, and now, even after
spending a king’s ransom
to get a home, I’ve simply
produced an individual
hotel. What is the use of
trying?”
A PANEL
BY JESSIE ARMS
And such was the senti-
ment of Mr. Charles G.
Gates when he went out to
inspect the building of the
interior of his new Minne-
apolis home some months
ago. Decorators by the
dozen had come and gone.
“I want a home,” he
said, as he dismissed each
one. “You are all giving
me the set decorations of
the hotel.”
At last there came one
Lionel Robertson, who
did not offer set sugges-
tions for the upwards of
thirty-three rooms in the
house, but who offered to
work with Mr. Gates,
through a corps of real art-
ists, to develope the home
spirit toward which he was
so earnestly striving.
A PANEL
BY ALMA BIGELOW
XXXVII
l\l IR\ \IIOWL
• STUDIO
VOL. LV. No. 218
Copyright, 1915 by John Lane Company
APRIL, 1915
The home
SPIRIT
BY HENRY
BLACKMAN
SELL
‘'Pity the poor rich!”
wailed a certain fabulously
wealthy young man as he
gazed upon the marble, the
mahogany, the walnut, the
silk and the onyx of his
new palatial residence
whose cost had travelled
well past the seventh fig-
ure. “I’ve lived in one
costly hotel after an-
other ever since I was
born, and now, even after
spending a king’s ransom
to get a home, I’ve simply
produced an individual
hotel. What is the use of
trying?”
A PANEL
BY JESSIE ARMS
And such was the senti-
ment of Mr. Charles G.
Gates when he went out to
inspect the building of the
interior of his new Minne-
apolis home some months
ago. Decorators by the
dozen had come and gone.
“I want a home,” he
said, as he dismissed each
one. “You are all giving
me the set decorations of
the hotel.”
At last there came one
Lionel Robertson, who
did not offer set sugges-
tions for the upwards of
thirty-three rooms in the
house, but who offered to
work with Mr. Gates,
through a corps of real art-
ists, to develope the home
spirit toward which he was
so earnestly striving.
A PANEL
BY ALMA BIGELOW
XXXVII