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There were definitely eight of them. They were eight persons who stuck together. Gradually they admitted other people. The Eight hung in one room and in an adjoining gallery there would be some people's works who the Eight thought good enough to be hung.

There were some wonderful paintings that came out of that group. I think Arthur Young, the cartoonist, was shown by them. Boardman Robinson was also shown by them. Neither of them were members of the Eight, and both Boardman Robinson and Art Young, although painters and well educated - I think both had been students in the Art Students League - really developed into cartoonists and people who drew. They specialized in drawings rather than painting. Boardman Robinson later painted a good deal. I think the Eight showed them in an adjoining gallery.

One of the things that was interesting about these was that in some strange way or other they too had been touched by this thing that touched everybody in the first fifteen or twenty years of the century, and perhaps that last ten of the previous century - that is, the feeling that for want of a better name, you call social justice; the concern for how other people live, reflected in Jacob Riis's title How the Other Half Lives. These men, without ever having read Jacob Riis, had also noticed with their artist's seeing-eye how the other half lives. They weren't necessarily poor. Henri wasn't a poor man. Bellows