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always had a small allowance from home. Everett and Flossie Shinn lived well and had a nice house. I don't know where they got the money, but I think Flossie had a little money. Artists were not poverty stricken. They weren't rolling around on their bellies in Greenwich Village in those days. You went to work if it was as bad as that. You worked at something that people would pay you wages for. People didn't have this awful sense that they had to be an artist. John Sloan was always pretty poor, but on the other hand he was a newspaper man. He could always earn what he needed for the moment by doing illustrations for the newspapers. In those days newspapers didn't use photography as they do now and a good illustrator was always needed. They'd pay him well for a picture of the scene of the crime, or the excitement at the baseball field, or whatever it was. He could always turn a penny if necessary for rent, food and clothes, but he painted all the time. There were several others in that group.

They had seen how the other half lives. There's a John Sloan exhibition now at the Whitney Gallery in New York (March 1952). It's a one-man retrospective show. He died about six or eight months ago. It was anticipated that he would live to see this show. Some of his early work there is characteristic of the way in which he looked out and saw the world. He painted pictures of people going home from work