. International studio. 922 two fifteen inceRDACioriAL stunt. banquet to a hero Avenue. He had just BY ARTHUR B. DA VIES been up to see BabeRuth knock a home run, and told me: He struckout three times. Hes no better than the rest ofus—cant hit it every time. But suddenly froma dull state of mind we wake to a view of pastendeavor in the light of future action. This is thesanity of true genius. I find the Brahms Marine of Davies allhuman and all music, with the pounding of thewaxes on the rock-ribbed cave. In one canvas alittle (oh, so little) child is seated on a rock, gazingout into an immense
. International studio. 922 two fifteen inceRDACioriAL stunt. banquet to a hero Avenue. He had just BY ARTHUR B. DA VIES been up to see BabeRuth knock a home run, and told me: He struckout three times. Hes no better than the rest ofus—cant hit it every time. But suddenly froma dull state of mind we wake to a view of pastendeavor in the light of future action. This is thesanity of true genius. I find the Brahms Marine of Davies allhuman and all music, with the pounding of thewaxes on the rock-ribbed cave. In one canvas alittle (oh, so little) child is seated on a rock, gazingout into an immense white sky, over the widest ofoceans. It might be called Eternity and \ another are trees tossed by the storm in weird fantastic shapes, while far below a man mob, quitesmall in scale, lights on its useless conflict witheach other. And then the artist passes to a sceneof sportive goats, that rollick underneath a sky oflight and shade, that might be mountain tops, orlightning in black air, or, as you will, a hundreddifferent things. Next—there ar
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