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THE RUSSIA WE HAVE RECOGNIZED
Soviet Artists Follow
Gorki’s Advice, Paint
For Art’s Sake Alone
Editor’s Note; This is the tenth
of a series of instructive articles
on Russia, as seen through the
eyes of an American editor.
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HENDERSON, (N. C.) DAILY DISPATCH, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1933
By EMILE BAUVREAU
Editor of the New York Mirror
New York, Dec. B—American the
atregoers in Russia should remetn
ber not to leave before the curtain
goes down. The comedian, on the
first night which I attended, had re
ceived so many encores the play Was
stretching out way beyond midnight.
The last act was on when I left.
My chauffeur, by some psychic in
fluence, probably knew that he should
not drive up before one o’clock or
after. There were no taxicabs to be
had. I hailed a man in a nondescript
car who could have taken me to my
hotel for a few rubles. Apparently, he
was not doing anything but he vol
unteered to drive around town and
bring a taxi to me. I stood in the
rain for a half hour until my friend
in the automobile of an early vintage
appeared, leading another ear with
a mileage meter.
Art of ivcvolution
I had an appointment the next
morning to see a nart exhibit on Red
Square, featuring artists in Russia
who had developed since the revolu
tion. The subject matter would have
warmed the heart of George Luks,
whose sole idea was to be himself
when he began to labor before a
canvas.
The (exhibition reminded me of
what Tolstoi once had said about
art:
Neither the uneducated judgment
nor the instincts of the uneducated
can ever come to have more than
the very slightest value in the de
termination of what is true or false
in art. A genuine democracy of so
cial condition may or may not be
practically possible; but the demo
cracy of intellect happily, is impos
s ble. There, at all events, we must
always find an aristocracy; there, at
all events, the stultifying dead-weigh*
of equality must forever be spared
to us.”
This rang in my ears as I went
through th eart exhibit slowly with
scores o peasants and workers, all in
nondescript working clothes, and all
moved by the powerful scenes depifct-
InZ OUS tHe Wa " S - An American
artist would never thing, for a mo
wh£h f a j ntin & the huge sqquares
ThP« thG audience to the spot.
These pmnttogs could never be
ut they fairly shouted of the fUry
wUn 6 f r evo,ution and the civil war
Som ese pe °P le had experienced.
~ 6 ° these paintings were ar
of T '" g . m their Merest. The trials
p L J n ’ particularly, bbrought home
- poignant struggle of these people
Nothing was spared. If blood was to
<Man° W Th' WRS h there <" horr lfylng
tan. The nudes painted on the
eaehes showed you women past mid
g!>U ■ ' trace of beauty ° r « h »™
One Painting
I remember ’one painting which
it r e r,«e an . entire Wal aU figures in
of life size. The detail in it was
Perfect, especially its study of ana
tomy. Studying this painting you
eemed to be standing in a doorway
of an operating room. The central
figure, a doctor, in his white garb and
nscrutable face, was pulling on his
rubber gloves, a nurse was about
to hand him a scalpel. Others were
applying an anesthetic to a nude man.
stretched out on an operating table,
the agony of his thoughts reflected
on his lined face before he passed
mto unconsciousness. Even the til
mg under the table was painted into
meticulous perspective. The Whole
thought of the uncertainty of an ope
ration appeared in this painting.
You could feet the agony Os the pa
tient. and the hope of the doctor, pul i
SMILES
# er y^ au <&rl&nC' ocagatoao cagatoa o*
IIF'A D THIS FIKtiT;
Fifteen years before the srtury
rprus F.'isabeth Hornain, a beautiful
an per, who is a divorcee, is mysteri
ni sip murdered as she sin os on a
high mound on the pretentious coun
try estate of Monsieur arid. Madame
ie Jouvf'lle at Volnlc for the enter
tainment of the latter’s luncheon
Quests, inrludino the Marquis .Jean
d’Krlemont. a distlnpvishcd society
favorite. The t raped p caused the
ie Jourelies to sell their chateau but
s he identity ol the purchaser could
not be learned; in fact it was occu
pied only bp a caretaker, who died,
irtd thfm his wife. Chief Inspector
'Jorperct. who had trorkcd on the
Volnie. chateau mystery years before
without success, and his aide, Fla
mant, are endeavorinp to arrest one
Blonde Clara, friend of Hip Paul, a
fupitive crook, who is scheduled to
arrive by train at Baint-I/azare. A
pretty airl aliphts from the train
who they presume is Blonde Clara
and they follow her. The detectives
overhear the pirl direct a cab driver
and follow her. She arrives at the
home of thr Marquis d’Erlemont and
by mistake reaches the apartment of
one Monsieur Raoul, a mysterious
fipure irhn lease's the first floor of the
marquis' home.
(7POW GO ON WITH THE STOHTj
* CHAPTER 4
MONSIEUR RAOUL, har.fpned into
the hall.
The blonde visitor was waiting at
:he door, holding an envelope in her
hand. She had a small suitcase
Which she had set down on the stair.
"Can 1 do anything for you.
mndame?"
“I’m Mademoiselle.” the girl cor
rected him. speaking low and shyly.
"What can I do for yon. Mademoi
selle?" he said, suppressing a smile
"Can you tell me, does the Mar
quis d’Erlemont live here?”
Monsieur Raoul realized at once
that the girl had mistaken the floor.
Graciously, he ushered her into his
flat, taking in her suitcase, and told
her calmly;
"I am the marquis. Mademoiselle.'’
She paused on the threshold of the
drawing room, saying timidly:
"Oh. but I thought the marquis
was . . . well . . . not quite so
young . ,
“I am his son. you see.” replied
Monsieur Raoul imperturbably.
"Rut he hasn’t got a son.” objected
the lady.
•’lttdeod? In that case I can’t very
w*>ll he his son. Anyway, it’s of no
consequence; I’m on excellent terms
with the marquis although I haven’t
the privilege of being personally ac
quainted with him.”
He contrived to get his visitor into
she drawing room and shut the door
behind them. <
“But monsieur.” she protested, "T
must go . . . I’ve come to the
wrong flat!”
“Exactly. . . . Just take a little
rest. Those stairs are awfully steep.”
He was at once so outrageous and
so engaging that the girl could not
help smiling, while trying to get our
of the flat again.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang and
onre again the panel in the wail slid
back, this time revealing a sullen
countenance with a heavy mustache.
“Good Lord! The police!" ejacu
lated Monsieur Raoul, shutting off
the luminous screen. “What on earth
ran the fellow want here?”
The girl was getting nervous,
startled by the magical appearance
and disappearance of the Face on
the Screen.
“I must ask you to let me go,
monsieur."
“But that’s Gorgeret. a chief in
spector of police' A regular toad
. . . ghastly specimen. I know that
repulsive visage only too well. . . .
He mustn’t see you here, and he
shan’t see you!”
“But I don’t care whether he does
or not,” she protested. "All I want
Is to go.”
“But I can’t allow that, mademoi
selle, I can’t allow you to be com
promised. ..." He put hand on
heart and cast eyes to ceiling.
“But I shan’t be compromised,”
she asserted.
**Oh. but you will be —seen !eav-
The Market Basket
By The Bureau of Home Economics,
U. 9. Department of Agriculture, and the Woman’s Division of the
President’s Emergency Committee for Employment
BEANS—AND WHY
Five million pounds of dried beans,
just bought by the Federal Surplus
Relief Corporation, are being distri
buted thrdugh State and local relief
agencies to the families on their rolls
This is another reminder of the vast
-irnportarice of beans in the scheme
of human existence, says the Bureau
of Home Economics of the U. S. De
partment of Agriculture. Nutrition
specialists have a great deal to say
about the food value of beans. The
very name “navy” beans tells a story
about the importance of beans as
Ing on his rubber gloves.
For Art’s Sake
I talked to the superintendent of
the exhibit about this picture. I
wondered if it could ever be sold.
The superintendent told me that the
artist had worked on it for nine
months.
“NObody in Russia Will buy it,” he
said. “It makes no difference to the
artist who painted it. As a- flatter
of fact he Was- discovered fey Maxim
Gorki, ’who told ’him to paint what
he felt. This is the result. We sup
port our artists here. They never
starve. The artist who painted this
canvas is working on another which
may be more horrifying to you. But
he is satisfied to be able to pain
What he feels. Money si of no in
terest to Him. You will admit, how
ever, that this is good painting,
thoUeh it may never sell. The draw
ing is perfect. No, we Will never be
able to sel it. But we do not care
about that. We are developing our
ow nart. It is Worth the experi
ment.”
“But, i shan’t be compromised.’'
ing the flat of a man of my reputa
tion Do be sensible and come into
the other room. You won’t? Come
on, you must, you know. . . .”
He began laughing, amused by
some sudden fancy, and gallantly
offered his arm to his visitor. Then,
with one swoop, he had swept her
into his big armchair.
"Now don’t stir, mademoiselle. No
one can see you in that chair, and in
a few minutes you can go. Even if
you won't patronize my bedroom,
you surely can't refuse the shelter
of my drawing room armchair, can
you, now?"
Almost involuntarily, she obeyed
him, for he wore an air of authority
and decision oddly at variance with
his debonair youthfulness.
Monsieur Raoul did a few dance
steps of delight—the adventure
promised well—and then flew to open
the door.
Inspector Gorgeret charged in like
a bull followed by his colleague Fla
mant, and shouted unceremoniously:
“There’s a girl here! The concierge
beard her come up and ring this
bell!"
Monsieur Raoul gently prevented
his further advance, saying with
studied politeness:
“To whom have I the honor . . .
“Chief Inspector Gorgeret. of crim
inal investigation.”
“What? Not Gorgeret? The
famous Gorgeret?” exclaimed Raoul.
“Are you the man who nearly ar
rested Arsene Lupin?”
“And who will arrest him one of
these days, let me tell you,” boasted
the inspector puffing out his chest
proudly. “But that’s not my busi
ness here today. I’ve come about
another kind of crook. A lady’s been
here, hasn’t she?”
“A beautiful blonde?” inquired
Raoul.
“Some might call her that. . .
“Oh, then It can’t be the one I
mean. The one 1 mean :s quite re
markably lovely, no possible doubt
about that. She has an adorable
smile, a flowerlike complexion. . .
“Is she still here?”
“Alas, she has left me. She rang
my bell only a few minutes ago and
asked if l was Monsieur Prossin of
63 Boulevard Voltaire. I explained
her mistake and directed her u> the
food. Not to “know beans” about
something is shocking because every
body does know beans so well. Beans
of some sort grow in every part of
the inhabited world and apparently
always have.
Bostonians, therefore, have no pri
ority as bean eaters. All the world
eats beans—and likes them. And for
the best of reasons. Tht*- bean family
is unique among the vegetables in
food value. Beans can be used in
countless ways. Ddied beans, uncook
ed, can be kept indefinitely, they can
be stored in small space, or carried
easily by armies, or on ships, or on
long ftxpeditions.
And, for the stay-at-home or any
body else, beans are always cheap.
They furnish a lot of food value for
the money.
The commonest kinds of dried
beans in the United States are white
pea-beans, which we call navy beans,
Great Northern beans, grown chiefly
in the Northern and Western States;
and pinto beans, which are grown
commonly in the IgouthWest and
mountain stated These are the kinds
l he government is providing to rein
force the food supplies of families
now on the relief rolls.
menu for one day
Breakfast
Fried Potatoes (adults)-<!ooked
Cereals (children)
Bread and Butter
Tomato Juice for youngest child
Coffee (adults)—Milk (children).
Dinner \
Hopping JoHh
Stewed Tomatoes and Celery
\Yhole Wheat Bread and BUtter
Coco*
Boulevard Voltaire, and she wem oil
there at once.”
“Just our luck,” grumbled Gor
geret, mechanically casting a inoh
around the room and taking in »h*
solitary armchair and the doora.
“Shall I open those?” proposed
Monsieur Raoul in answer to the de
tective’s keen scrutiny.
“No need for that. We’ll get her
in the Boulevard Voltaire! ’’
“I’m sure you will. Inspector Got
geret.”
“So am I,” agreed Gorgeret naive
ly. adding as he put on his hat. "un
less, of course, she’s playing some
trick on us . . . she seems a slippery
sister.”
“What, that beautiful blonde? You
don’t mean it?”
“Why, only a short while ago this
afternoon I nearly got her when she
was leaving the train at Saint
Lazare—l’d had word to look out for
her . . . and now she's got awny
again.”
“She seemed to me so straightfor
ward and charming.” *
Gorgeret made a movement of pro
test, blurting out almost involun
tarily:
"She’s a bad lot. I tell you. Do
you want to know who she is? She
runs with Big Paul! ”
“What? You mean the famo.us
bandit—he may even be a murderer
—Big Paul, the man you so nearly
arrested ?”
"And whom I shall arrest, just as
I shall the elusive Blonde Clara.'’
“But there must be some, mistake!
Do you mean to say that charming
blonde is the famous Clara ail the
papers have been talking about for
the last month or more?”
“That’s her. so you can imagine
how keen I am to collect her. Com
ing, Flamant? You’re quite sure,
monsieur, that the address is Mon
sieur Prossin. 63 Roulevard Vol
taire?”
“That’s right, that’s the addres*
she told me." £
Monsieur Raoul bowed the detec
tives out, and in tones of amicable
deference said, leaning over the ban
isters:
“Good luck, and while you're about
it, arrest that beggar Arsene Lupin
as well. They're a set of scoun
drels!”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Supper
Cottage Cheese Salad with
Chopped Celery Tops
Buttered Toast
Stewed Apricots—Cookies
Tea (adults)—Milk (Children)
RECIPES
Baked Beans
2 cups dried beans
1-4 pound salt pork
2 tablespoons chopped onion
1 tablespoon molasses
1 teaspoon mustard
Salt to taste
Soak the beans overnight in water
to cover. It the morning add 2 cups
more water, and cook until almost
tender. Score the rind of the salt
pork, put half the pork with the
onion in the bottom of the bean pot,
and add the beans. Mix the molas
ses and other seasonings with a little
hot water, and pour over the beans.
Add just enough more water to cover
Place the rest of the salt pork on top
cover the pot, and bake the beans
very slowly for 6 or 7 hours. Add a
little hot water from time to time to
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replac ethat which cooks away and is
absorbed by the beans. Keep the lid
on the bean pot until the last hour of
cooking. Then uncover and allow
the beans and pork on the top to
brown.
Hopping; John
1 cup dried beans
1-2 cup diced salt pork
1-4 cup chopped onion.
1 cup cooked rice
Salt and pepper to taste
Soak the beans overnight in water
to cover. In the morning add 2 cups
more water and cook until tender.
Brown the salt pork and add to the
beans. Brown the onion in the salt
pork fat. Mix all the ingredients,
and add salt and pepper to taste.
Continue cooking for 10 minutes, and
serve at once.
For variety, sprinkle grated cheese
over the Hopping John and serve
with catsup or tomato sauce. Dr
brown the uncooked rice in some of
the salt pork fat and add it to the
beans during the last 20 minutes
they are cooking.
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and kale. Also old country ham and fresh
country sausage.
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