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22 THE GAZETTE. MONTREAL SATURDAY, MAY 14, 193S. VOL. CLXVU. No.

115 Fine Arts, Crafts and Decoration Authors Books and Their History of the Royal Mounted Material for Scores of Novels Looking Back REMINISCENCES. By Rev. Clarence Mackinnon, D.D.; Toronto: Ryerson. Books of reminiscences by Canadians are all too rare, so this collection by the late Dr. Mackinnon is doubly welcome.

In his long and active career in Canada and the United Kingdom he filled numerous first forts, the Mounties turned Retrospective Show Of Suzor-Cote's Work Oils, Pastels and Charcoal Drawings of France and Quebec at Eaton's A. de F. Suzor-Cote, H.C.A., a sterling painter, whose contributions to the Royal Canadian Academy exhibitions and the spring shows of the Art Association of Montreal, always strengthened the representation of the older artists on such occasions, died in Florida last year, after long period of failing health. Now, in the Fine Art Galleries of the T. Eaton Company, Limited, of Montreal, is being held a retrospective exhibition of his work, the collection of oils, pastels and charcoal drawings covering every phase of his versatility.

In some respects it is more interesting than the exhibition held a few years ago in the Ecole des Beaux Arts, St. Urbain street, since, while it contains fewer "important" pictures, it lakes the spectator back to the days when this Montreal painter was studying his profession in Europe. His ability to draw the undraped figure marked in later years by a series of female nudes in pastels and oils-is revealed here by charcoal drawings done while a student in France, when, apparently, he was able to give a very good account of himself in stiff competition. Here, too, are many attractive bits of church interiors and landscapes done in Brittany, as well as the odd item painted in Spain. Among the small oils done in Brittany, there is good subdued color in "La Chapelle de Port Blanc," showing the side of the building; a stretch of sward and a cross against a warm sky; direct, firm brushwork in the painting of a pulpit in a Breton chapel, and some lovely greys in "Autel de la Vierge, Chapelle de Porz, Brittany," with its pillar and low beams, the altar being set against a window.

The beach at Porz, shows a curving bay and blue water, and an ojd cottage at Barbizon, France, is broadly painted. There is a good suggestion of sunlight in the painting of hayricks at Beauce, France, and in a small marine the effect of a rain squall is convincingly rendered. A study of rocks and trees has solid qualities. 4 'VS i iiii iiiiimiM www iiiiinltiliriftftiwi'iiHir mWi fnifi' ijimifci rnn in 1 'ft ivi iinn-- -''-rn-rTiirn rr wnr-n-rr mil Courttijr tin Wition Art Gtlltrln. VIEW OF PARAME FROM THE BEACH, by the late J.

W. Morrice, R.C.A., is one of the many fine paintings this Canadian artist did about St. Malo. It is a work of lovely tone and effective composition curving sandy beach, bathing shelters, incidental figures and a stretch of buildings in sunlight, under a summer sky filled with floating clouds. This work, which was acquired from the Watson Art Galleries, 1434 Sherbrooke street west, was loaned by Mr.

and Mrs. Murray R. Chipman, of Montreal, to the important exhibition of paintings by Morrice, shown here, in Ottawa and Toronto. This canvas was reproduced in "The Fine Arts in Canada," by Newton MacTavish. Pioneers in Dakota People Two Stories FREE LAND.

By Rose Wilder Lane; Toronto: Longmans, Green. Reviewed by John R. Sturdy. A PRAYER FOR TOMORROW. Bjr J.

Hyatt Downing. Reviewed by Kenneth Wright Rose Wilder Lane writes of the Dakota territory from experience. She was born in a claim shanty there, 49 years ago, and her lather iought the same conditions that David Beaton, her central character in this novel, combats. Young Beaton and his r-ride, Mary, move out of his father's Iirosperous farm in Minnesota to ay to three hundred acres in Dakota. The land is free' for the price of registration and the odds against a man working his claim for five years and surviving.

They are heavy odds. Snowstorms, blizzards, heat and tornadoes weigh the scales in favor of the land heating the man. On the man's side are only courage and persistence, and the will to conquer. Stories of the land and of pioneer farming inevitably follow this theme of man pitted against the earth and the elements. A little gees a long way in a novel.

One is conscious, in passing from one book to another, that one is reading the same old story, and there is apt to be a point of saturation. Nevertheless, this history of one man's struggle against the land, though it tells an old, old story, has substantial power and is an effective piece of work, written with a wealth of detail and bringing vividly to life the Dakota scene towards the close of the last century. It was tough country. It was almost too tough. Young David Beaton had little idea of what was in store for them when he took his young wife west.

Before he had even reached his claim a blizzard enveloped them a prairie blizzard such t-s he had never experienced in his lifetime. He made his claim and worked it, ploughing the grass land -to make soil for his wheat crop. He built his shanty, and there his wife had her first child. He went into debt, and worked as a hauler for the railroad that was slowly pushing its way west. He faced every kind of misfortune, and terrible ordeals.

In those winters out there the farmers ran ropes from the shanties to their barns so they could travel between the two buildings during snowstorms and blizzards. If they lost the rope they were gone. Snow and Arctic cold in winter blistering heat and tornadoes in the summer that was the lot of the Dakota farmer on "free land." Some of them gave up and returned east; vtherS perished in the snow or died of starvation. The rest survived. It is a dramatic One of David's friends from back home in Minnesota, a Dr.

Thorne, digs up the mummified body of an Indian child. He takes it back with him Intending to sell the mummy to Barnum. But he has desecrated an Indian burial-ground, and the red men go on the war-path. The description of the Indians surrounding the railroad construction camp, the fear of the settlers for their homes and their lives, and David's ride across country with the returned mummy, make a vivid and arresting piece of writing that has power in the lines. The novel is flooded with detail, and gripping detail.

The land, the weather, the immigrant trains and the covered waggons, and those lonely claims on the prairie. It was a tough country. It was almost too tough. The futile struggle of the early farmers of South Dakota to make an agricultural region out of the cattle country, a struggle which is still going on, is the theme of A Prayer For Tomorrow. The Exhibit of Henri Julien's Art Shows Versatility and Talent Portraits, Political Scenes, Memorable Happenings, Landscapes and Incidents of Habitant Life on View at Art Association of Montreal By ST.

GEORGE BURGOYNE. THE ROYAL CANADIAN MOUNTED POLICE. By R. C. Fether-stonhaugh; Toronto: McClelland and Stewart Reviewed by L.

W. Conroy. There seldom falls to the lot of an author to have a story to tell that is so vivid with compelling drama, selfless heroism, colorful romance and stark tragedy that to attempt to give more than a iald recital of the facts would be to strive for effect that would render the subject unreal. Too many writers have fallen into the "glorifying" trap when the Mounties were the subjects of their tales. That R.

C. Fetherstonhaugh avoided this fate when he wrote his Royal Canadian Mounted Police is evident from the manner in which the character of the Mounties is projected from every page. His Mounties are not supermen, but a very efficient police force which has performed almost unbelievable feats through discipline and character. While the book does not pretend to be more than a biography of a body of men, the very nature of the subject makes it as hard to drop ts the latest blood and thunder detective mystery thrillers. From the time the Royal Northwest Mounted Police was formed in 1873, to 1938, when the Mounties were relieved of their spurs because too much automobile upholstery was being slashed by rowels, the history tells of the adventures, tribulations and successes of the force.

After surviving its first brushes with the inclement weather of the prairies and with the Indians, the force registered the arrest of its first prisoner, a negro illicit liquor trader. Unfortunately, the prisoner escaped. The motto, "The Mounties always get their man," was born later. Let it be recorded that the negro failed to make good his escape. He was found frozen to death a few months later.

When war parties of Salteaux and Assiniboins threatened the peace of the prairies and the authorities were planning military campaigns on the scale of the American West below the border, 16 Mounties raided the main war camp at dawn and escaped with the ring leaders as prisoners without a shot being fired. It was during this first raid that the order that no member of the force was ever to halt under command of a drawn firearm was given. Following the building of their dust storms and lack of rain and other trials of the homesteaders might well be the story of last week. The book is a tale of few successes among many failures, failures which broke men in body and in spirit as well as financially. A few, however, managed to pull out before it was entirely too late, for instance the settler who could still write on his wagon containing all his worldly effects: "Twenty miles to water, forty miles to wood; to hell with South Dakota, I'm leaving her for good." Lynn McVeigh came to the "wide place in the road" called Rudge as a boy with his parents, a father who was unbendingly aloof from his son and a mother who was re signed to the hardships she had seen ana tnose sne naa yet to iace.

A land boom was on, the cattle men were being driven out by the wheat farmers, who were snatching up every quarter section they could lay their hands on. Land-agents and merchants made money too, and there were bie crops the first year, and everything went well. Cynthia uarr was generally unpopular in Rudge, especially among the 'ladies' sewing There was dancing and music at her house, and she looked too happy to be good. She thought it was wrong to plow up all the beautiful green buffalo grass and turn it to earth-brown sod. No good would, come of it Lynn didn't agree with Cynthia entirely, but he liked her.

She was right though, and after the first year, there was no rain. Dust lay inches thick on the wheatfields, the corn dried up, shrivelled and dried, and after a lew years so did most of the population of Rudge, spiritually anyhow. Lynn lived, though, and so Cynthia. The novel is rich in Incident in characterization and in description. The country banker, the storekeeper, the immigrant and all the other characters of your small-town boyhood are well and truly drawn.

Mr. Downing, a midwesterner from childhood, has done a good job on this novel of his own land. Walpole Stories HEAD IN GREEN BRONZE, and other stories. By Hugh Wal- ole; Toronto: Doubleday Dc oran. Hugh Walpole's name on a book is like a Saville Row label on a suit: you can be sure the product is in the best of taste and of the highest quality, but you can't expect to find anything startling about it Head in Green Bronze respects the traditions of the House of Walpole.

adding 17 impeccable short stories to the literary record which includes the famous London Novels, the Rogue Herries series and other distinguished works. As ever, Mr. Walpole's latest collection wears a gay and witty dress but often the powerful drama and tragedy lying below flashes through to make a hard-to-forget picture of life as she is. The title piece is one of the most striking, besides being the briefest. In it the Lord God Almighty is examining the fits and misfits of Bohemian life who have died and now find themselves in Heaven.

This piece appeared In The New Yorker not long ago. Mr. Walpole includes the well-known humanitarian series he wrote a good many years ago, entitled "Let The Bores Tremble." never before published in book form. These seven gems concern the firm of Boniface and organized by three astute young gentlemen to eliminate bores from the lives of harassed clients, Their highly ingenious and delicate mc thods are efficient per se and delightful reading betides. Somebody ought to seize on this idea as a gnld-mlne.

The market la Immense. 'We Eliminate Bores! Satisfaction Guaranteed! Listen to what Mrs. Milly Miltwllt, young housewife, nys about our service: 'My dear, its marvellous, They removed my mother-ln-lsw problem In a You, too, have a mother-in-law fobleml Consult ui Ad noutsam, K. W. their attention to protecting the transcontinental railway, it was their duty to guard the head of the rails and to keep avenging Indians from blocking the highway of progress.

The book recalls the adventures of lone constables who thrust aside whole Indian encamp ments set up across the right-of way. A hero strides across every page as the history of the Northwest Rebellion and of the Yukon Gold Rush is recalled. Complete plots for scores of novels are tersely recounted in a few thrill-filled paragraphs. What drama of the West can compare with the story of Almighty Voice, the "ideal" Indian turned killer, who held a force of Mounties and volunteers at bay for two days at Duck Lake in 1895? To Almighty Voice, war was a game and after one day of the siege, he shouted to the police from the woods one evening at dusk, "Brothers, we have fought a good fight. Send me food; I am starving, and tomorrow we will fight to the end." The end came as two field cannons roared and police guns rattled.

Almighty Voice's wizened mother sat on a knoll commanding the battlefield and raised the Death Song. She sang of the skill and courage of her son; she sang of his pirnlnits and called UDon him in his final hour on earth to meet death without fear or shirking. As she sang, police officers dashed Into the silent woods and found the Indian's body, smashed by a cannon-ball, in his hastily-dug trench. His only two companions had been dead, for hours. Boldly, the history skims over later events, through the South African service, through the Winnipeg General Strike, through the capture of Albert Johnson, the "mad" trapper, in which airplanes were used by the force in immediate pursuit for the first time, on to the killing of three officers by Doukhobor bandits in 1935.

Latter-day epics are dismissed with but few words, still, between the lines the same character of the force permeates the recital. It is difficult for the reader to persue calmly the exploits of the force which casts reflected glory, throughout the world, on every Canadian. The Mounties command respect by their fearless execution of their duties and the book commands attention by its obvious sincerity. Left-Wing Messiah ONE CAME BACK. By Neil Bell: Toronto: Collins.

The prolific Neil Bell has delivered himself of a rather surprising novel, featuring a Left-wing, though Capitalist, Messiah, whose career he treats in a combination of the best classical manner with sheer propaganda. It is, albeit interesting and probably worth while, somewhat confusing, a difficult book to "get hold of," regrettably wordy and not infrequently irrelevant. Splaydon Colliery, in England, which is unfortunately reminiscent of that upon which Dr. Cronin's Stars Looked Down, is owned by the authoritarian but considerate and sympathetic Sir George Kester. In his middle age is born a son, Adrian, who is handicapped by being born blind, but who is otherwise above the normal in perception and in physical beauty.

Splaydon also employs the Poor But Honest and intelligent unionist Tom Bar-well, secretary of the local Miners' Federation, and the complaints, culminating in strikes, of the miners serve but to place both Tom and Sir George in a favorable light When Adrian succeeds to the ownership he, being less stern and (even) more humanitarian than his father, institutes reforms without compulsion, a step, we gather, rather more revolutionary than if any other employer should do the same: and meets the same fate as Dr. Cronin's hero did in a similar venture. Were this the whole plot one could easily dismiss the book; but Adrian, who holds ideas so "advanced" as to be padlock-worthy in this province, is Killed in a plane crash and is promptly resurrected some few days later, claiming to have been with God and to have a message for mankind. This message gives direct rise to an international political movement, universal and Cacifist, known as Egalitarianism ut almost certainly identifiable as something else of which, the Hon. Mr.

Duplessis does not approve. The Egalitarian movement has some success, but is ultimately squelched by the established powers, who dare not repudiate Adrian, but claim popular misinterpretation of his preachings. Thus, on a note of resigned frustration and acceptance of the eternal Rightness of the Left, the book prepares to end; when the private Journal of a psychologist friend of Adrian's is discovered, casting grave doubts on the truth of Adrian's death and resurrection. In a foreword (scribbled upon the linen dustcover), Mr. Bell claims to have given the answer to juvenile speculation on matters of life and immortality.

It would perhaps be uncharitable to point out the peculiar, not to say addled, nature of these speculations, but when was a reviewer ever charitable anyway? The book seems to have a thesis, or at any rate to have had one when it started; but what that thesis is is beyond me. J. H. S. Many Murders CRADLED IN MURDER.

By Rudd Fleming; Toronto: Musson. Huymer Van Ravcnsway, New Orleans professor, reads the essay of Eugenie, last in a line of degraded patricians in whose family circle poison is an art. Her father and mother were murdered: she expects to be. She is right. Two more in the family go.

Van Ravcnsway becomes tangled In as sordid a mess as family greed and human depravity can mix. The clearing up comr-j at the proper place; the end of the book. For mingled terror and mystery, thli book is hard to beat. The atmosphere created from the very fin Is grim; the character tui gruesome a crowd as ever gathered between two covers; and the plot and writing are far above average, A book to be devoured at one sitting. appreciated both personally and through his work, the last of which made him many friends who had the pleasure of coming under the influence of his kindly nature and broad philosophy.

As a newspaper artist he was the greatest of his day: he was endowed with wonderful natural talent and his drawing was very fine." A very just tribute and true. "His kindly nature" never seemed to get mislaid. He generally seemed to have time to look over drawings by the beginner who, taking his courage in his hands, went to him for advice. He really inspected the work submitted, made helpful suggestions, urged hard work along lines that showed-the most promise, and invited a return And it was all done in a frank, friendly spirit. He did not see in the struggling and perplexed youngster a possible rival of tomorrow, or just one more candidate in an overcrowded field.

No. Here was another artist in the family and he must be welcomed, guided and helped. Florence H. McGillivray, A.R.C.A., O.S.A., who died in Toronto on Saturday last as she appeared to Marion Long, R.C.A. This painting was shown at the Royal Canadian Academy exhibition in Montreal last November.

Miss McGillivray, born at Whitby, Ont, was elected member of the Ontario Society of Artists in 1917, and an Associate of the Royal Canadian Academy of Arts in 1925. Four works represent her art in the National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa. Vermeer Found in Paris A painting by Vermeer was found half hidden by a pile of linen, in a Paris flat during an inventory of the contents. A simple washing disclosed the signature of the painter, when it was submitted to Dr. Bre-dius for his opinion.

ANTIQUE REPRODUCTIONS to order Expert Restorations HUBERT PLOMER ANTIQUES 1226 Bishop Street MArquorU 5851 Distinction offices and met many people, some of them distinguished in public life. He had charges in Scotland and was a pastor at Middle Stew-iacke, Halifax and Sydney, Nova Scotia, and in Winnipeg, and he finished his religious work as Principal of Pine Hill Divinity Hall. Halifax. He travelled widelv and was always observant, whether at nome in tne peaceiui Maritimes or at the front in the World War. As a student in Edinburgh he sat at tne leet oi some ot the most famous teachers of his youthful dav and listened to lectures on divinity and on evolution.

He read his Bible and he read Karl Marx's Capital fnd Wallace's Hegal, and always itepi ais neaa. ne naa a true sense of proportion and a tolerant, open mind. Such a man must in the nature of things amass a vast fund of information on life in all its spheres. Dr. McKinaon.

too. was a fine scholar with a philosophic bent ana a warm ana Kinaiy tempera ment, au tne qualities are in evi dence in these reminiscences, writ. ten in the closing years of his life for his own pastime and his friends' edification, but happily now put into print. Dr. Mackinnon was a good raconteur and his essays, on varied subjects, contain many stories, well told.

They go back to horse and buggy and bicycle days, and the young divine is seen driving over muddy roads in his buggy and in sleigh in winter, and even walking with carpet bag looking for a call in the byways of Nova Scotia, in Haliburton's country. They tell of tempestuous sea voyages on slow ships, and or passing visits to small villages on the Lower St Law rence, where the spectacle of thi country people gome to church greatly affected him. He admired them and one of the men he seems to have respected most was Sir Wil frid Laurier. The chapter on 1896 is one oi tne best lor it covers much Bolitical ground and stirring events, ir. Mackinnon's Reminiscences, in fact is a book as informative as it is interesting, and the memories it recalls make pleasant reading.

For Nature Lovers EDWARD WILSON: NATURE LOVER. By George Seaver; Toronto: Musson. BIRDS AGAINST MEN. By Lewis J. Halle, Toronto: Macmil- lan.

SOME CANADIAN WILD FLOW- fly The Lady Rockley, C.B.E.; Toronto: Macmillan. Whpn Krntt thp evnlnror and Vile little band perished in Antarctic blizzards after the dash to the South Pole in 1912 the world lost one of its finest naturalist-artists. He was Edward Wilson, who left behind him not only valuable scientific rfata hilt. rpnnrl rf a Ufa filled with hunting fields, trees, swamps, anything in the way of Natures treasures. And his notes he decorated with dnintv nainfincrc and cunning sketches.

was iiis amuuion to write oi his Nature-finds. Death took him first. Mr. Seaver has now done the job; his volume is a companion to the biographical Edward Wilson oi ine Antarctic puonsnea some five vears sen. And Mr sf has performed a difficult task creditably in selecting extracts from Wilson notebooks from school days, through university, medical school and hnsnital riavs in traimlc in Norway, Switzerland, the Ant- 1 1 aii.

new copious stories there are, of course, of what Wilson found and learned in Britain, especially in his beloved Gloucestershire. The reading is good: the teaching is valuable. And the illustrations are a delight, rang- Inff B. thpv do from ih. kimikls blackberry to the weird paraselene oi tne Antarctic, done about a year before he closed his last letter With th end rnnW All is well." This is a fine sidelieht on the character of man who was peer in many realms of study.

More Nature study, though hardly as intriguingly done, comes through uic acnes ui essays oy ivir. iiaiie. He, too, is one of those people who likes to hide and watch birds, countryside, everything going on under, over and around mankind. His travels have taken him at all seasons from the New York area down to the tropics, with due stress on marine life. His style is lucid, observation keen, his writing very wumi wiuie.

bui Drawings by Lynd Ward add little to the text. The T.adw Rnftlov Vmntr. vell.er:, is i Preparing a series of books leuow-iraveuers accurately and nnirklv what dp. Ua nHj flowers of our Dominions. She has one wen witn Canada and New-foundland.

Primarily, it would seem. th worlr fti. av Britain anxious to get acquainted jiuwiii, out as a snort course for Canadians in what grows at home, this book is precious. Illustrations are excellent. A.

W. C. Canadian Gardens CANADIAN HOME GARDENING. By A. B.

Cutting; Toronto: Musson, At last: a book on Canadian gardening by a Canadian. Too long have budding gardeners of this Dominion had to content themselves with the theorizing of American writers who, for the sake of case and less work, have placed the Dominion of Canada somewhere in New England and let it go at that. This book remedies that painful situation. Mr. Cutting, one of the best-known horticulturists of the coun-try, has taken the Canadian garden month by month, inside and out, from the ground up and down.

Primarily written for the beginner who attacks a garden with the Illusion that it cannot look less attractive than the front page of the seedsman's catalogue, It takes the reader by the hand and leads him through short ruts to a good gnr-den, flower or vegetable, and guides him away from pitfalls: notably that ot getting out and wasting seed the first warm days in March. What to plant, how to plant It and when: the best varieties of everything for the average garden; important dissertations on the highly essential procedures of fertilizing and mulching are painstakingly handled. If the gardener goe wrong after raiding this book, he is a poor sport to blame seed or westher. duce to market or carried holiday-makers from home to home. The smart cutter bore the couples to the village and the church.

There was no quick jump into auto or truck and a spurt away in a cloud of smoke. These sketches were done before the era of rush. The years, too, have seen transformation in the matter of costume, but record of what once was worn is preserved in Julien's sketches as faithful of his time as Krieghoffs paintings of an earlier day. Among the watercolors, which in the landscapes have something of the precision and attention to essential detail which mark his pen and ink drawings, there is a group which shows the habitant trying his luck with many fishing lines at the edge of reeds and lily-pads. These are invested with calm, and some of the anglers, placidly smoking their pipes, have had luck.

"Le Petit Coup and "L'Aperitif" both social and solitary are admirable character studies, and the types in the crowd at the auction of fowls outside the church door are capitally caught There is animation in the figures at a dance, and action to the horses in impromptu races between sleighs. Ancient history is touched in two drawings of "Dollard au Long Sault" surprise and attack, and "Un Vieux de 1837," a watercolor of a habitant, with ancient gun and powder-horn, starting out to do his bit for a cause, and a set of illustrations for the Rebellion of 1837, recall an episode in later day history that is better forgotten. Variants in pen and ink. and the oil lent by the Quebec Provincial Museum, reveal Julien's imaginative powers in "La Chasse Galerie" the shouting, gesticulating lumbermen in the devil-guided and devil-steered canoe, flying through the air above wild woodland, a legend that has come down from a far distant past. This only touches the fringe of a quantity of good work that should be of peculiar interest to Mont-realers.

Besides some self-portraits, there is a striking likeness of the artist painted by E. Dyonnet R.C.A., of Montreal, and lent by Chas. W. Simpson, R.C-A. It is a fresh bit of color and a good portrait of the man, clear of eye, healthy irv complexion and very alert and alive.

Marius Barbeau. in his biographical sketch, writes; Julien, thirty years after his death, challenges attention and upon the public verdict now depends his place in Canadian'art. Does he really deserve a niche in the small gallery of our creative artists? And upon what grounds does his work commend itself in the critical estimate of a century different from his and endowed with a wider outlook?" Recalling the man, it is a safe assumption that the public verdict was something that did not greatly worry Julien. He was put the best he was capable of into his work, lived a busy life and died in harness. His fellow-artists valued his work, and this critical appreciation was what meant most to him.

Eric Brown quotes the following appreciation by the late Maurice Cullen. R.C.A.: was widely ui this province are "La Riviere Gosselin, Arthabaska," a pastel of water winning Detween wooaea banks under snow; "Le Vieux Pont Bourbeau," water, ice and distant snow-covered barns, in the same medium, and "Old Sugar Camp." In oil, are "Indian Summer" rank vegetation, a poplar and distant blue hills, under a rosy sky; men sawing a log in the woods, a work direct and freely handled; and "Vue du Village d' Arthabaska," the painter's birthplace, with buildings and church, backed by a low hill, and a tortuous stream in the meadow in the foreground. In pastel are "Indian Girl Caughnawaga" the maiden in red holding an apple: and "The Little Sick Girl." the subject propped against a pillow and looking wistful. There are also some capitally drawn nudes. The charcoal drawings, done with a vigorous stroke and not concerned witn tne suotie values of those done in his art class days, form a fine gallery of varied types a hunter in buckskins charging a muzzle-loader; an old lumberman with an axe; an organ gnnaer; a coaenman in winter garb; a habitant smoking a Dice: and a drawing of Old Pere Taillon, which is the study for the vigorous portrait in oils in the permanent collection of the Art Association of Montreal.

The group of old peasants is a very interesting section, and there are, too, many studies of officers and gentry of the French regime, which he required for his paintings oi an Historical character. Exhibit of Sketches By Robert H. Lindsay Collection at The Arts Club by Brockville Painter Who Died in March Many small oil sketches, with a few larger canvases and panels, by the late Robert H. Lindsay, of Brockville, make an Interesting collection at The Arts Club, 2027 Victoria street and furnish an exceptional chance to "pick up" an example by this Canadian painter, who died in March at the age of 70. Lindsay attempted no grand flights, but was content to paint what was about him barns and houses under snow, or flushed by the sun of warmer seasons, wooded landscapes, the gaily decorated tents of the travelling circus, glimpses of winding rivers, or bits of lakes, backed by noble hills, and sparse woodlands still patched by the melting snow in spring.

composition was often very happy, and his color harmonious. In some of the works there are variations in technique, a few apparently being done with the palette knife. He did not overlook the picturesque qualities of "Old Mill, Westport" and, included in the show are shore-scenes done in Nova Scotia, some being executed in pastel. Born in Prescott, Lindsay went to Brockville in his youth and followed commercial employment until he became protege of the late Percy F. Woodcock, R.C.A., at the Brockville Art School which he conducted, eventually succeeding him as instructor for 12 years.

He exhibited at the Royal Canadian Academy, the Art Association of Montreal, and the Ontario Society of Artists. Apart from the neighborhood of Brockville, Lindsay found congenial painting material In the Thousand Islands and in the fishing villages of the Maritime Provinces and in New England. The present show reveals nothing excessively ambitious a simple, honest ottempt to invest the most humble subjects with beauty, and evident enjoyment In the process. In his modest way, he did a valued service to his community in exciting an Interest in painting and artistic matters. I Thirty years after his death, the art of Henri Julien is the subject of an exhibition in the Learmont Uai' lerv of the Art Association of Mont real.

This show, which comes to the city where he worked so long as a press artist, has been made possible through the courtesy of the Nation al Gallery of Canada, Ottawa, tne catalogue containing a justly eulo gistic foreword by Eric Brown, direc tor of the gallery, ana more intim ate biographical notes by Marius Barbeau. It is admitted that absence ot more important works has made the present show lack completeness, but the closely hung walls give an adequate idea of the talent this Quebec-born artist possessed. Oils, watercolors, chalks, charcoal, pencil and pen and ink are the media which Julien commanded.and the collection reveals his versatility. As a pen ana lnK araugntsman ne so high that flattering offers came to him from across the border, but attractive as these were, the lure of a bit of fishing at Ste. Rose was stronger and he remained in his native province.

Scanning the political portraits and sketches is like looking into past history very upsetting to those wno nave neierminea la lurKei men birthdays! "The Mintos Arrive at Quebec" now, that wasn't yesterday, neither was "Countess and Earl Grey at the Theatre des Nou- veaufs, or 'iion. ivir. ooruen in the House of Commons by Hon. Mr. Foster and Hon.

Mr. Monk." Then there is "Sir Wilfrid Laurier Delivering An Address to the Prince of Wales (George at Kine's Wharf. Quebec." Maybe, some of us prefer to just dimly remember that occasion! But it is no use there are here too many characters of our day who played their part in public affairs Hon. A. G.

Blair, Hon. Edward Blake, Sir Richard Cartwright, Hon. Louis Davies, K.C., Hon. W. S.

Fielding, Hon. Sydney Fisher, Hon. Sir George Eulas Foster, Hon. Sir Henri Joly de Lot-biniere, Hon. John Oliver, Hon.

Joseph Israel Tarte, Sir Charles Tupper, Sir Charles Fitzpatrick and Sir Mackenzie Bowell, to mention a few that Julien's pen and pencil "caught" so deftly. There are also "The By-Town Coons" the ministers of Laurier's time in power, all up to some antics and capitally captured as-to likeness and Captain Bernier, who favored Artie exploration, at a Canadian Club luncheon; Andrew Carnegie before the same club; the Bishop of London preaching in Montreal. In the realm of memorable events there are "Return of Canadian Troops from South Africa;" "The Masquerade, Montreal Ice Palace; "Bringing in the Haggis, St. Andrew's Ball, Montreal;" "Montreal Horse Show, May, 1901," and "Celebration of the Tercentenary of Quebec, 1908," all vivid drawings done in a day before the camera and the halftone engraving elbowed out the artist. Julien was called on at short notice to do a variety of things, many of them far from inspiring the House of Commons Post Office, the interior of the Montreal Stock Exchange, drawings of carnival floats, and criminal court scenes without end, and in his types in the dock he was direct, open-minded and abstained from dramatics.

The villains of the piece, from wife-beaters to murderers, were set down without exaggeration ordinary every-day citizens who had done something and had been caught at it. Admirable and valuable as are these records of the day by day happenings, many will prefer the drawings, oils and watercolors he did in the rural sections of this province. Here he found subjects that yearly are undergoing change wngon or sleigh brought farm pro- A 0 N'S "How to Win Friends and Influence People" By Dale Carnegie Probably one of the most popular works of non-fiction of our time Ord. 2.00. Very Special Today, each 1.29 If unable to shop in person, phono PL.

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