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All parts of America are waking to art, and the Middle West is looking about finding the morning well up, and the light a little blinding, but our eyes will accustom themselves ere long to seeing, and a wondrous day is ahead of us if we but walk wisely and will in the light.

This [[strikethrough]] following [[/strikethrough]] story will be amusing to anyone familiar with the Fifth Ave. Art galleries, particularly with Knoedler's the rather sumptuous galleries of one of New York's most successful dealers, - I had stepped in one day to see what they had on, the usual silence [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] prevailed - a reverential quiet that is conducive to the meditation due before a work of art, when a breeze from the West flew in. It was plainly Middle West. - The attendants appeared shocked in their inmost souls, but the breeze had no thought of its effect upon them or upon the other startled visitors in the gallery - "What do you think of this picture?" "Funny! Isn't it!" "Here is a Chase -" "a good one too."