Two Exhibits

Having painted in almost every conceivable manner almost everything which lies upon the surface of the earth, painters are still at liberty to go under the sea for subjects. One such is Olive Earle, whose more decorative paintings of its teeming and extraordinary life were shown last week in Brooklyn. Her Bermuda group contained an oil canvas of the strange Deep Sea Squirrel Fish; from California, she had retrieved Kelp at Santa Catalina; her water colors included a portrait of Sea Anemones, bending in a warm current, and a cool atmospheric painting, Color under Sea.

Out of conceit, gratitude or a mixture of both, one Frances Clyne, Manhattan dressmaker, made arrangements to secure an entire room in the Anderson Galleries, generally hung with several score of paintings, so that she could hang in it one large, lonely painting. Conceit may have been her motive, for the canvas was an oil portrait of herself, its owner. Gratitude may more probably have been her motive, for the picture showed a lovely lady; its maker was Frederic Beltram-Masses whom, since he portrayed her in Spain two years ago, Frances Clyne has been booming as a painter of people's faces.

The picture was simple and obviously the work of a competent craftsman with a color sense for the delicate rather than the flamboyant. More than this it was difficult to praise; the picture was comely rather than beautiful.