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Albany Democrat-Herald from Albany, Oregon · Page 10

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Artists Become Servants To Be Masters y.'g .rvwimmffl Talented Youngsters Refuse To Abandon Their Careers ft , J ill Xi I J-,; - -A I w r; )! iU M f I Another of Campbell's Studies. To LuLy X P The WojH Model, I ft'- "re Necessary and Models Cost LassiteU2!2! y II i Money, so Artists Are forced to All 4 '. Sorts of Labors. Bohemians Manage To Exist Despite Slump In Markets For Art Products u ; v. l y"i 1 Portrait of a Cossack the Work of Young Miss Ruth Adams, Who Has Done a Little Bit- of Everything to Pay Her Way Through Art. School. at a San Francisco honky-tonk for his meals and the few dimes he can make at tips. In his spare momenta he makes charcoal studies of the cafe'a patrons, the only models he can afford. AYOUNO lady whose work shows exceptional promise works as a maid In a wealthy home to earn money with which to buy her canvases and paints. Dozens of fine artists, of all ages, arc engaged In manual labor, or employed aa servants, that they might carry on their work or further their art studies. Throughout the West, as It has the world over In the last few hectic years, art seems to be forgotten except by Its creators. Surprising aa It may seem, they are not un- Boosts Fair Through Amateur Radio A Nude In the Modernistic Manner, One of the Striking Works of William Campbell, Young Westerner. Genius Not Balked By Poverty Turns To Variety of Jobs For Sake of Art GENIUS since time Immemorial haa been held In leaah by tho great ogre Necessity or the business of making a living. . Talent have been frustrated, ability In all linen of endeavor thwarted, or allowed to slowly die In the hearts of men and women who might have been among the great were life a little leas demanding, and a disinterested world Imbued with a more kindly Interest In the "finer" things In life. Encouragement In some form la the greatest klndler of the spark which creates genius. It Is the primary essential upon which genius feeds. Among the more courageous and hardier are those who surmount all obstacles, and they are the truly great. Among them are the e.rtlsts who become servants In order to he masters. The souls of artists have been sorely tried for the past six years of economic stress, becauso little cold cash la being spent on the creation of sheer beauty. Those for whom life exists only because It gives an opportunity to paint have had to turn to othor pursuits to earn that "loaf of bread and Jug of wine." What Is happening to the artists of today T How do they HveT 'They are working at anything they can get to do," says Charles 8. James, whose position as buyer of paintings and etchlnga for one of the largest Importers and exporters of the West gives him a knowledge of existing conditions. There are, for Instance, according to James, Reminiscences hoods, their walls hung with fine tapestries and embellished with swank furnishings, are now abandoned, and the palnta, brushes And easels stand alongside the little gaa plate In a basement room or an attlo which Is rented for a pittance. The economic stress has helped the world from certain artistic standpoints, nevertheless, authorities say, In that commercial artists who have been too busy to give time to fine art now have the lelsuro to turn to more creative things. Even the artists whose crust of bread has barely held them together, are finding In this soul-searching time the spirit of great creators and have been producing work of great promise. Many artists have accepted the most menial labor to secure money to carry on their studies or work In the field of art. Among them is William Campbell of San Francisco, whose portraits and fresco work have attracted much favorable comment. Determination to succeed in his chosen field, young Campbell has worked as a gardener, an office boy, and a Janitor to cam his tuition at the California School of Fine Arts. Miss Ruth Adams of Healdsburg, California, who makes striking portraits In oil, Is waiting on table at the Y. W. C. A. in San Francisco In order to pay her tuition through art school. In addition to this, she tutors in mechanical drawing, and Is a relief switchboard operator at the school where she Is studying painting and sculpturing. Rich Erickson, an artist of ability, Is working 'LOLITA By Peter Wolff This Is Attractive Ruth Adams, Painter at Heart, But Forced to Wait on Tables and Operate a Switchboard in Pursuit of Her Career. happyl Like true artists, their work la, all consuming, and, unsung for the most part, they live steadfastly In their creations, hoping for recognition or the kindly word of encouragement that will spur them on to greater things. NO PURSUIT8 are scorned by the real artfats and the cafes and streets of Western cities And them In strange walks of life for half the day, often serving the mentally and culturally Inferior, whom Fate has made financially successful. In Bohemian quarters they congregate and now and then set up their easels and sketch the profile of a visitor for a dollar or two, while candles flicker and others watch. The Old World standard of "art for art's sake" haa truly returned and many fine artists', indefatigable In their determination to create, sensitive, Intellectual, have become servants In order that they may some day become masters! located on the exposition ground to handle free messages, allowing visitors to send messages to their homes anywhere In the world." I SHERWOOD'S effort will result in many people securing a welcome free vacation to the exposition. To many of his amateur friends In Australia, New Zealand and the United States, he has sent copies of laws covering passenger traffic. Boosters who sign up a party HWlfillU)-. 0" Spends His Evenings Calling the Attention of Francisco Exposition to Be Held in 1939. PROBABLY the hardest-working promoter ot the San Francisco Bay World's Fair, set for 1639, la Norman Isherwood of Oakland, deckhand by day and amateur radio operator by night! He la concentrating on the organization of an International amateur radio operators' convention, to be held during tho exposition, and has. been Instrumental In sending literature to 4000 -.1 n n bias; ' M o o 0 Norman Isherwood, Oakland, California, Who the World's Radio Amateurs to the San Here Is William Campbell, the Talented Young Man Whose Frescoes and Oils Have Attracted Much Comment. the art classes conducted by the government which pay Instructors $14 a week. This gives the artist something like S.A0 a- month on which to exist. Out of this the fee for models must bo paid, ao that this $.10 must support practically two Instead of onel If the artist is married and haa a family, more complications arise. Many artists act as models, sitting from two to five hours for ll.BO or less, and out of this they must exist until another class can use them, between times working at their easels with their own creations. Studios that once were In cultured neighbor- Of A Rover before 1 stopped to think. "Where's Lollta?" A LAD with a sour grin asked when I'd been there last. Then I got It, thlnkln' back-It was IB years an' more. The yellow boy nodded, meanln' I was a queer one. North, he said then, go north, foreigner, out to the cemetery where foreign devils He waltln' the Christian day of Judgment. She was there, ho grinned. "How long?" I asked, catchln' my broath like a kid who's hit hard amidships, all the courage knocked out of me Oh. he grunted, it was a very long time. Not many remembered her name any more. Too long to remember a girleven the exotic dancing beauty of Hong Kong. I knew where I had to go a mile from the city, to a field covered with weeds an' grass, weather-stained headstones toppling over each other. There'd not be (lowers, so I carried an armful along. I didn't ride out like anyone would. It was better to walk gave me a chance to dream back awhile an' remember what Lollta had looked like, dark an' lovely an' almighty sweet. Loved me, she had but thnt year 1 was a kid too surprised at life to see how she felt. She was Russian an' Spanish, with long beautiful hands to hold you close. Back In a comer of that Meld 1 found her grave. There wasn't any carved stone, Just a heavy piece of wood with her name cut In It, an' three words more: "Lollta who loved Robin." Yea, the year was there, under It, The year I'd gone away. 1 put the flowers down beside the board. I SAID a word or two out loud, hopln' somehow she could hear me, sayln' I was sorry It had happened like that to her ... an' those things a nmn might have said while she lived. 1 didn't say them when It was right to: I'd waited, like a man will, 'till it was too late. You're right, son. I hadn't really loved her. not like a woman wants to be loved. Lolita'd known that, of course. Girls know those things without being told. Which maybe was why she'd had those words "who loved Robin" cut deep Into the wood. She'd never told me that, an' It was brave of her to let the world know. Life is queer enough, Isn't It ! If I'd loved her, maybe I wouldn't have felt so sad an' futile, standtn' there watchln' the wind blow the flowers from whero I'd laid them. There would have been somethln' I'd have given In return for how she felt. Now there wasn't anything she could take from me. an' I felt like a traitor to something I hadn't understood It was dark when I got back to the cafe where Lollta had danced. A black night, full of clouds an' thunder overhead. I went to the table I'd sat at once before, an' waited, God knows what for. Soon the music started up, an' on to the polished floor swung a girl so lovely an' young It took your breath away. Lights began to flicker In my eyes when I looked at her. Seemed like I was a youngster again, watchln Lollta. . Her figure, the quick swaying movement, an low voice slngln' all were Lollta, no one else! It couldn't be, an' I knew It: but there It was. I stared hard, as the past whirled all up at me an' swung me back. IT TOOK time to get up courage an' ask who she was. Foolish, ask In' that, when I knew But I was wrong, I didn't know The dancing girl was Lolita's daughter, someone said. Sure, the child had been dancing there a couple of months. Making a good living at It learning things about life. Beautiful, and staying decent. Everyone liked her. respected her like they had her mother. A man at my table turned to me. Wasn't It wonderful, he said. Well, he didn't know how right he waa Life, I saw then, kept on and on, always renewing Itself paying no attention to the past, or mistakes, or things you'd wished were different. It didn't care It didn't wait for you or any man. Lolita was dead, but before afee'd gone there'd been a child there was the kid before me en the dance floor, taain' her mother' pter. Part of the gtrl I'd Incvn tot tew, fenriag. br?t . living Later I tent If). ff. to and gay. no hut not lost and lit I'd been that afternoon. I'd seen somethliafc acid It made me feel better. o "In the harbour. In tho Island, In the Spanish Seas. Are the tiny white houses and the orange trees. And dny-long. night-long, the cool and pleasant brcer.o Of the steady Trade Winds blowing. "And o'nlghts tturo's flro-flles and the yollow moon, And In the ghostly palm-trees the sleep tune Of (he quiet voice calling men, the long low croon Of the steady Trado Winds blowing." John Maselleld. IOUHSK. son, you'll say that all winds are alike, but a sailor knows different. He can't prove It, any more than he can that his girl Is the prettiest In the world. It's like thai with winds, to a sailor going 'round the world for cargoes an' adventure. Winds have character, somethtn' like a woman, A wind can be a knife, dangerous an' sharp or a sort of caress touchln' your face soft-like an' slow, Pullln' In to Hong Kong one trip the wind rolled an 'tumbled about the ship like it was playln' games with us r . . sort of gentle an' laughln', an' somethln' In my bones felt memories mshln' back Into me. Oo ahead an' chuckle, but It was the wind reminded me. It began to whisper an' run through me like a song. I'd known a lass In Hong Kong that I'd tried hard to forget, hut I never got her all out of my mind. Lollta. her name was an' pretty as her name. When we docked, I got me ashore an' found my way along alleys an' aide streets 'till I reached the cafe where she'd danced Funny, maybe a man never expects anything to be different than he left It- The cafe was there waltln' for me to swing open the doors an" go Inside. It was early afternoon, an' the Chinn lads was cleantn' up stuff from the ni Were ... a mess of glasses an' plates ... In a heavy atmosphere like the ghost of a late party. Down on the floor the boys mopped an' scrubbed, lookin' up to see what I wanted. I wanted Lollta, of course. I asked for her PAGE TWO-B amateur radio operators In 48 foreign countries, all of whom he haa talked with from his own station. W6MDJ. He stresses the fact that "two of the world's greatest bridges are under construction, and there will be a world's fair here to celebrate the opening of the bridges." "Radio contacts from my station." Isherwood reports, "are with all continents. There is no place on earth that my signals will not be heard if a radio is at hand. Amateurs have confirmation csrds with their call letters, known as QSLL cards, which are exchanged after a two-s cmtact The amount of these cards received, a a rule. Is about 20 percent of the contacts made. I have 100 cards on my walls and ceil ing. representing about 8000 contacts over the air. 0 "I hope to setange for a transmitter to be of ten or more people will be awarded a free trip. "We have reports that some of my friends have proved to be good organizers, and already have a list of several hundred prospects. By such efforts, and the willing cooperation of my foreign friends. I have no doubt that additional thousands of people will attend the fair and Uiou.iands of amateur operators come to the radio convention." His plan Is a new thing in the radio world and is turning out to be a most absorbing hobbv Working eight hours on the ferries, he spends twcChours going to work, gets six hours sleep and spends what's left of the davfVn telling radio amateurs about the forthcoming convention. o o

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