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MODEL OF A WAR-SHIP OF THE LATTER HALF OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY This remarkable model, constructed to show on one side the method of arranging the timbers of a ship,
is owned by the New York Yacht Club, to which it was presented by Mr. J. Pierpont Morgan.
man has an Italian war-ship of the eigh- planked, and the construction of the stem teenth century, several full-rigged mer- and stern-post can be plainly seen and chant-ships, and some small craft. Mr. clearly studied. It represents an English Clarke numbers among his possessions a ship of the latter half of the seventeenth fine model of an early sixteenth-century century. The librarian of the British AdDutch admiral's ship, a copy of one abroad, miralty, after endeavoring to identify it, which he had made for him in Switzer- wrote as follows to the model committee land, the work of making it requiring of the yacht club: nearly a year. One of the finest models "My assistant has carefully compared owned in the city is made of red lacquer, the photographs with the models of the and it may be said truly that this stunning period at the Royal United Service Instiproduction has aroused feelings of friendly tution and at the Naval College Museum envy in the breast of more than one New at Greenwich, but has been unable to find York collector. It belongs to another ar- any corresponding model, and we can only tist.
conclude that your model is one which Still another New York painter rejoices escaped retention in England at the time in the possession of several interesting when, by order of His Majesty William models obtained in Portugal. One of IV, the models at Kensington palace were the rarest models in New York was found transferred, in 1830, to the Naval College abroad by Stanford White and was pre- at Greenwich.” sented to the New York Yacht Club by Another interesting model at the club J. Pierpont Morgan. Its ornate stern is that of the Half-Moon, which was made appears at the head of this article. It is in Holland at the time that the reproducknown as the Royal Sovereign, but cannot tion of the Half-Moon was constructed be identified as the model of any of the and sent to New York for the Hudsonfamous British fighting-ships of that name. Fulton celebration. One of Mr. White's Mr. White was so enthusiastic over it models appears in the illustration of the that he declared it the finest model in “Lilliputian Shipyard,” where there is existence. Below the water-line it is not also a stern view of the Santa Maria.
SPEKTOR IN SEARCH OF A MODEL
BY HERMAN SCHEFFAUER
WITH PICTURES BY JAY HAMBIDGE
BIG man he must be,” cried Pinchas With a few strokes of his wire model
Spektor, the little Russian sculptor ing-tool he traced a patriarchal Hebrew to his assistant Yuski Golubok — “big, head upon the surface of soft clay before with long hair. And strong arms he must him, and then completed it with the mushave, and a beard what curls and is long cular torso and legs of a Samson. Yuski
-my prophet, my nowi. And with a nose Golubok paused in his task of sprinkling like an eagle, -positively, -and, first of the gray mass in the clay-bin, and looked all, a Jewish man he must be, an old one, critically at the outline that the sculpa healthy one, a big one, a stern one-my tor drew. The eyes of lean little Yuski, prophet. Such a type, -see, Yuski?- Spektor's faithful man-of-all-work, were such a one, and so."
black, his arms sinewy and hairy, his face was rodent-like, but filled with a crafty screech of girls, made a stunning din and humor.
pother; but on the benches sprawled, "So a nowi is a hard thing in this city dozed, and nodded countless shabby and to find by the Jews,” said he, cocking his dingy forms, lethargic, listless, basking cropped head. “Demetropolis the Greek and blinking in the sun. Pinchas Spektor he is big in his body and has a big beard." caught sight of a figure on one of the
"A Jew he must be," replied the sculp- benches; his eyes shone, his artist's heart tor, vehemently —"a Jew; for the monu- gave a sudden leap, and hastening, he stood ment is of a Jew and for a Jew and by a in rapt admiration before the man. Jew. Am I the Almighty that I can shape Large of frame, long of limb, venerable, a Greek into a Jew? No; I will go out yet robust, his massive head resting upon looking, and find yet my model for my his hand, his face half turned to the sun, monument."
his long gray locks straggling over his Yuski tittered and resumed his sprin- rugged temples, his nose bold and aquiline, kling. Spektor slapped his soft, dusty hat and his forked gray beard covering half upon his tumbled locks, thrust his hands his chest, the old Hebrew sat upon the into his pockets, strutted to a lime-covered bench with eyes closed and legs crossed. revolving-stand, and removed a soiled His Moses at last, in the flesh! Spektor damp cloth from something that stood stood in awe before the snoring patriarch, upon it. A beautiful model of a statue not daring to wake him. Then, strolling was revealed, an heroic figure of Moses, along the walk, came a policeman. With half clad in a Auttering robe, standing up
a deft thwack of his club upon the upright on the summit of Sinai, his kingly turned, gaping sole of the old man's boot, head upraised, and two massive stone tab- he brought him suddenly upright and lets in his stalwart arms. Fondly Pinchas widely awake, then went whistling on. contemplated this offspring of his fancy. The gray-head glared, and muttered a By October 17 it must be finished, cast curse in Yiddish. Spektor approached him in imperishable bronze, and erected in an delicately, joy in his heart. . open spot on Delancey Street. Ludwig “A swine,” said he, sympathetically, "a Samoschein, the multimillionaire banker, brute--a brute of blue and brass. You had given him the commission, and this are busy, what?” was Spektor's first important work since The old man raised himself to his great he had come to America from Warsaw. height and looked down upon the sculptor
“By October 17," Ludwig Samoschein with large and brilliant black eyes. Surhad said, “on my birthday, the statue must prise replaced the anger in his look, scorn be unveiled."
the wrath in his voice. Ten thousand dollars was the price he “Am I busy, you say? Are you mehad agreed to pay to Spektor. This monu- shugge--crazy? Very busy am I. Have ment of the great Hebrew lawgiver was you eyes ? So busy am I that I waste no to be a gift to the people of the East Side time on loafers what ask foolish questions. and to the city. “October 17, October 17, For three days and three nights have I 17," rang in the ears of the sculptor. Only been busy sleeping on this bench.” four brief months ! Would he ever be “Do you want a job?" asked Pinchas, able to find a suitable model for his great timidly. nowi Moses? Ever in his sight upon its "A job?" said the old man, suspiciously. pedestal against the wall there glowered, "What, at my age shall I work yet, an like a vigilant taskmaster, the saturnine, old man, a raven of the Lord? I gets mocking plaster bust which Spektor had enough to eat." made of the banker. Carefully he replaced "It is not work," answered Spektor; the damp cloth to keep the clay plastic, “it is rest-rest with wages. It is only left his barnlike atelier near Washington still to sit with some of your clothes off, Square, and, sharp-eyed on his quest, went and I make a statue of you-a monuforth to roam the streets of the East Side. ment."
The sun was bright in Seward Park. The patriarch's coal-black eyes narThe mutter of the rushing multitudes, the rowed with distrust. Elaborately Pinchas rattle and rumble of wagons, the calls of Spektor told of the necessity of finding a push-cart men, the shouts of boys and model for his Moses. The old orthodox
Israelite drew himself up, his dark eyes The old man stood there like Isaiah sparkled with fire, he grew rigid with holy cursing the daughters of sin. His long indignation, and shook his finger in the beard wagged, his eyes blazed, his voice little sculptor's face.
was like thunder. A crowd had gathered. "Moses," he cried, "a monument of Pinchas Spektor fled. Moses! Abomination! And it is a Jew He fled so hurriedly and blundered you are, you mensch? A Jewish maker along so blindly that he collided with a of images? A black sheep you are push-cart man and spattered himself with Epikuris. By our father Abraham and the brine that splashed from the tubs of all the host of Israel, by the seraphim, lis- pickles. One tub fell into the gutter; a ten to me- to me, who for five-and-thirty swarm of urchins pounced upon it. The years have stood and worshiped in the angry peddler grasped Pinchas by the arm. synagogue Sherith-Israel ! By the Moses Pinchas looked upon him. Again a nowi, you mock, listen with your wicked ears! again the long-sought model for his Moses !
Have you such a donkey become not to “I will pay,” said Pinchas, "for the know Moses himself it was what said: pickles damaged," and thrust a dollar into 'Take
therefore good heed unto your- the grimy hand. It was a large hand, too,
ye selves, for ye saw no manner of form on and Pinchas, measuring the man with his that day that God spake unto you in Horeb sculptor's eye, began to admire and, adout of the midst of the fire; lest ye corrupt miring, to covet him. The beard, the yourselves, and make you a graven image, locks, the features were not quite so fine the form of any figure, the likeness of male as those of the park-sleeper, but still it or female'? And you of Moses himself, a passable model. Again Pinchas the prophet, would an image make! And drew a roseate picture of ease and good you would have me -me, sit for model pay as he made his seductive offer. The for that! Sacrilege, I say; abomination! push-cart man made no objections on the Shame upon you! Old am I and poor, score of orthodoxy; but he said: but by the high Awrohom Owinu, my
“My Sarah first I must speak with, and hands paralyzed shall be before I do such my son Asher Goldenski.” wicked things! I spit upon your job. A
"Come, then," said Pinchas, "at once.” curse upon your evil works!"
"My pickles are not all sold already,"