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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 04, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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illustrated With a Drawing by Dom J. Lavin, the Famous
American Artist.
(Copyright by Doubleday, "Page & Co.)
"When one loves one's Art no ser
vice seems too hard.
That is our premise. This story
shall draw a conclusion from it and
show at the same time that the pre
mise is correct. That will be a new
thing -in logic and a feat in story
telling somewhat older than the great
wall of China.
Joe Larrabee came out of the post
oak flats of the Middle West pulsing
with a genius for pictoral art. At six
he drew a picture of the town pump
with a prominent citizen passing if
hastily. This efforf was framed and
hung in the drug store window by the
side of the ear of corn with an un
even number of rows. At twenty he
left for New York with a flowing
necktie and a capital tied up some
what closer.
Delia Caruthers did things in six
octaves so promisingly in a pine-tree
village in the South that her relatives
chipped in enough in her chip hat for
her to go "North" and "finish." They
could not see her f , but that is
our story.
Joe and Delia met in an atelier
where a number of art and music
students " had gathered to discuss
chiaroscuro, Wagner, music, Rem
brandt's works, pictures, Waldteufel,
wall paper, Chopin and Oolong.
Joe and Delia became enamored
one of the other, or each of the other,
as you please, and in a short time
were married for (see above) -when
one loves one's Art no service seems
too hard.
Mr. and Mrs. Larrabee began
housekeeping in a flat. It was a lone
some flat something like the A
sharp way down at the left-hand end
of the keyboard. And they were hap
,py; for they had their Art, and they
had each other. And my advice to
the rich young man would be sell all
thou hast, and give it to the poor
janitor for the privilege of living in
a flat, with your Art and" your Delia.
Flat-dwellers shall endorse my
dictum that theirs is the Only true
happiness. If a home is happy.it can
not fit too close let the dresser col
lapse and become a billiard table; let
the mantle turn to a rowing machine,
the escritoire to a spare bedcb.amb.er,
the washstand to an upright piano;
let the four walls come together, if
they will, so you and Delia are be
tween. But if home be the other
kind, let it be wide and long enter
you at the Golden Gate, hang your
hat on Hatteras, your cape on Cape
Horn and go out by the Labrador.
Joe was panting in the class of the
great Magister you know his fame.
His fees are high; his lessons are
light his 'high-lights nave- brought
.him renown. Delia was studying un
4der Rosenstock--you know nis-re-'pute
as a disturber of the piano keys.
They were mighty happy as Jong
as their money .lasted So is. every
but T will not be cynical. Their aims
were very clear and defined. JoeTvas
tO'become capableverysQqn,of turn
ing out pictures that old gentlemen
with thin side-whiskers and thick
pocketbookswould sandbag one an
o'ther in his studiofor the privilege
ofbuying. Delia was to become fa
miliar and then contemptuous with
Music, so that "when she saw the or
chestra seats and boxes unsold she
could have sore throat and lobster in
a private dining-room and refuse, to
go on the stage.
. But the best, in my opinion, was
the home life in the' 'little flat the
ardent, voluble chats 'after the 'day's
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