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Title: Life of James McNeill Whistler,
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Pennell, Elizabeth Robins,
Subjects: American Art
Publisher: J. B. Lippincott company
Contributing Library: Whitney Museum of American Art, Frances Mulhall Achilles Library
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ast sheets, with a fairly stiff brush. And often, for a whole morn-ings work, only one or two prints were achieved which satisfied hiscritical eye, and the rest would be destroyed. There was a Venetianone which gave him infinite trouble in the printing. He was the kindest of men, though he was handy with his cane.In any financial transaction he wras scrupulously honourable, thoughhe never had much money at his disposal. We had great fun over the many correspondences and the cata-logues elaborated in those days in Tite Street. . . . He was demoniacalin controversy, and the spirit of elfin mischief was developed in himto the point of genius. . . . Pellegrini was much at Whistlers inthose days, and in a way the influence of Whistler was fatal to him. Hisadmiration was unbounded and he abandoned his art, in which, asJimmy used to say, he had taught all the others what none of them hadbeen able to learn, and took to trying to paint portraits in Whistlersmanner without any success.224 (1883
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s m . I TALL BRIDGE lithograph. W. 9 From a print lent by T. R. Way, Esq. (See page 156) Among Friends One of the few modern painters I have ever heard him praisewas Albert Moore, and I am not sure that was not to some extentdue to a personal liking for the man. It always struck me his literaryjudgments, if he ever happened to express any, were extraordinarilysound and brilliant in summing up the merits or demerits of a writer. He had an extraordinary power of putting a man in his place.I remember a breakfast which Waldo Story gave at Dieudonnes. Every-one there had painted a picture, or written a book, or in some way out-raged the Philistine, with the exception of one young gentleman, whoseraison detre there wras not so apparent as were the height of his collarsand the glory of his attire. He nevertheless ventured to lay down thelaw on certain matters which seemed beyond his province, and evenwent so far as to combat some dictum of the masters, who, readjustinghis eye-glass, looked p

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