Howard Pyle, a chronicle by Charles D. Abbott, with an introduction by N. C. Wyeth and many illustrations from Howard Pyle's works.

FRUITFUL ASSOCIATIONS
of his eyes and a bounce in his chair, 'bare walls, sir, and
decorate 'em yourself.' This was addressed not to any
special individual, understand, but to the crowd in general.
'Yes sir! you want to decorate 'em with cartoons, stunning
you know. Big cartoons and paintings, "Fall of Satan,"
a Blaze of Light, you know, Blackness below, immensehistorical pictures and so forth-stunning!'
" 'Yes,' says Reinhart, 'you want old furniture, open
fireplaces, andirons, claw-foot tables, and so forth; none
of your veneered stuff, but everything artistic.'
"C' 'Yes,' puts in practical Church, 'and a dumb waiter to
send up beer and Welch rabbits from a beer saloon below,
for there must be a beer saloon below.'
"'And we can sit around the fire and tell stories,' says
Reinhart.
"'Yes, stunning,' says Chase, holding up his fingers;
'I've thought of lots of 'em-four-five-just while you
were talking.'
"And so Messrs. Pyle, Mitchell, and Zaugbaum were appointed to select the room-above a beer saloon. Mitchell
and Zaugbaum are very much of gentlemen but not much
of artists. The affair as it stands now consists of a luncheon
on my part with them. I left them to return to my work
while they went in search of the room....
"There is a dearth of male models here in New York;
indeed last week I went on the warpath; finally I came
to an Intelligence Office, though apparently from the looks
of the loungers around, there wasn't much of that article to
be gained there. However, I asked them if they wanted
a job. I was at once assailed by a chorus of 'Yes sir!' 'Yes
sir!' 'Take me!' You would have thought I had a political
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