THE ANTIQUARIAN BY J. DE TAHY
IN THE GALLERIES
In these clays of over-production in paint-
ing and sculpture, to mention the principal
art items which the public is invited to view
it behooves one to manifest a great care in what
to see and what to neglect. This season, more
than any previous one, we find several galleries
interested in a never-ceasing whirl of group ex-
hibitors of every degree of talent and impotency.
To see the occasional good things one has to
take in regard hundreds of exhibits which cer-
tainly deserve hanging—hanging in chains, like
felons, by the cross-roads. Then there are the
personal offenders, as distinguished from groups.
The one man or the one woman, perhaps an
infatuated couple, who, fresh from the master’s
hands, feel it essential to disfigure a few walls and
wait in spidery anticipation upon the public fly.
In such wise art is degraded and the artists reap
no benefit. Of course, there are exceptions, and we
hasten to mention one or two that occur to mind.
A very interesting display of Spanish art, in the
manner of the great protagonists, Zuloaga and
Sorolla, was an exhibition in the gallery of Braun
et Cie. by Pascual Monturiol, who portrays the
drudgery of life in its most perspiring phases.
Lumbermen with Herculean chests, bending be-
neath their load, foundrymen, lightermen, long-
Courtesy Berlin Photographic Company
MOTHER AND TWINS BY MAURICE STERNE