Hung

Met a group of solemn judges, their faces reflective of the well-nigh sinister gravity of their office. They were the Hanging Committee. All week they labored, considering case after case, ever and again despaching small dockets which prescribed the action of certain hirelings who, with hammer, rope, wire, went about their business in the Anderson Galleries, Manhattan. They were preparing for the exhibition of the New Society of Artists. The doors of the gallery opened, the judgments of the committee and the consequent hangings stood patent to oglers.

Hung, elegant among the rabble, were two women. They did not twist in grisly contortion from any gibbet's arm, not they, but sat side by side upon a sofa which George Bellows had painted. Now, for all the intimacy of their attitudes, there was a difference in the semblance, perhaps in the very characters of these two women, apparent at once to the least curious eye, for whereas the one was garbed in all the nicety which the prevailing mode dictates, the other was naked Mr. Bellows was more successful in drawing attention to his painting than he had been in drawing the left arm of his clothed lady, which was signally elongated.

Guy Pene Du Bois was represented with a full length portrait of a woman standing against a vast expanse of light blue background--a most interesting portrait. Robert Henri exhibited a number of quick, nervous impressions of Irish lads and colleens; John Sloan was twice hung--once in a merry-go-round, again in a group at a country fair; Boardman Robinson, returning to painting after many successful years of black and white, also sent two canvases.