One coat of white

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To teachers and students

1. ONE COAT OF WHITE (by H.A. Smith)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension

III. Word Study

IV. Speech Practice

2. APPOINTMENT WITH LOVE (by S.I. Kishor)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension

III. Word Study

IV. Speech Practice

3. SALVATORE (by W. S. Maugham)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension M

IIl. Word Study

IV. Speech Practice

4. THE VERGER (by W. S. Maugham)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension

III. Word Study

IV Speech Practice

A CANARY FOR ONE (by E. Hemingway)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension Mi.

5. THE DINNER PARTY (by N. Monsarrat)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension

III. Word Study

IV Speech Practice

6. THE PEARLY BEACH (by E. Dunsany)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension

III. Word Study

IV Speech Practice

7. THE SELFISH GIANT (by O. Wilde)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension III. Word Study

IV Speech Practice

8. THE GIFT OF THE MAGI (by O'Henry)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension

III. Word Study

IV Speech Practice

9. THE LAST LEAF (by O'Henry)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension M

IIl. Word Study

IV Speech Practice

10. THE STORY OF AN HOUR (by K. Chopin)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension

11. A CUP OF TEA (by K. Mansfield)

I. Vocabulary

II. Comprehension

III. Word Study

IV. Speech Practice

ONE COAT OF WHITE

byH.A. Smith

SMITH, HARRY ALLEN (1907 - 1976), American newspaper man and humorist, who gained national prominence with the publica­tion in 1941 of " Low Man on a Totem Pole ", a diverting collection of autobiographical articles and interviews. Harry Alien Smith was born in McLeansboro, III, on Dec. 19. 1907. A series of moves during his childhood took the family to Huntington, Ind., where at the age of 15 he began his newspaper career. For more than a dozen years afterward he traveled around the country, working on newspapers. In 1929 he went to New York City, where he was a feature writer for the United Press (1929 - 1935) and the World-Telegram (1936 - 1941). The success of " Low Man on a Totem Pole " led to other books generally in the same uninhibited anecdotal vein, including " Lost in the Horse Latitudes" (1944), " Rhubarb" (1946), and " To Hell in a Handbasket " (1962). He died in San Francisco, Calif, on Feb. 24, 1976.

Everybody knows by this time that we first met Lautisse¹ on shipboard but few people know that in the beginning Betsy² and I had no idea who he was.

We were on the Queen Elizabeth³, coming back from our first trip to Europe. It was on the second day that I ran into him sitting in a quiet corner on deck⁴. He gave me a nasty look. I started to back away mumbling an apology and then his expression changed.

" Wait! " he called out. " You are an American? "

His English was good, and he asked me if I had a moment to help him with a small problem. He wanted lo know the name of some United States Senator⁵ for the ship's daily crossword puzzle. I sat down and puzzled over the thing. The definition was, " Senator who crosses a river". I thought of Senator Ford, but there were no Fords on the passenger list, and then I got it — Senator Bridges. There was a Miss Ethelyn Bridges on board.

I didn't see him until next day, just before lunch, when he came into the main lounge, caught me by the arm, and whispered " Look! " In his big hand he was holding a man's wallet made of pigskin. " The prize! " he said. " See what I've won! But for you, though, I would have never solved the puzzle. Come and have a cocktail with me."

I went with him to his state-room⁶, and he got out a bottle of brandy.

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He introduced himself as Monsieur Roland and kept thanking me for my help with the puzzle. Then he began asking me some questions about myself and my business, and I told him I sold oil-burners.

We sat there talking, and finally he asked me if I could keep a secret, and then he said, " I am Lautisse."

I told Betsy all about it, so after lunch we went up and talked to the ship's librarian, asked him a few innocent questions and then dropped the name of Lautisse. We were greatly impressed by what we heard. We found out that my new friend was probably the world's greatest living painter, that he had given up painting and was heard to say that he would never touch another brush as long as he lived. Betsy talked me into sending a note to his cabin, asking him around for a drink.

Well, we got to be real friendly. He planned to spend a month in New York, and it was Betsy who suggested that he came up to our place for a weekend.

Lautisse arrived on the noon train Saturday and I met him at the station. We had promised him that we wouldn't invite any people in and that we wouldn't try to talk art to him. Driving out from the station I asked him if he wanted to do anything in particular, like play croquet or go for a swim or a walk in the woods, and he said that he just wanted to sit and relax. So we sat around all afternoon, and Lautisse looked at a ball game⁷ on television for about five minutes, and couldn't understand it, and I took him to my shop and showed him an oil-burner and he couldn't understand that either. Mostly we sat around and talked.

I was up at seven-thirty the next morning and when I was having break­fast I remembered a job I'd been putting off for some time. Our vegetable garden has a white fence which I built with my own hands five years ago.

That garden fence is my pride and joy, and now that it needed a fresh coat of paint, I wanted to do the job. I got out a bucket hall full of white paint and a brush. While I was getting things ready, I heard footsteps and there stood Lautisse. I said I had been getting ready to paint the fence but now that he was up, I'd postpone it. He protested. I took up the brush but he seized it from my hand and said, " First, I show you! "

I'm no Tom Sawyer — I wasn't looking for anybody to paint that fence. I let him finish two sides of the post and then interrupted.

" I'll take it from here, " I said, reaching for the brush.

" No, no! " he said, with an impatient wave of the brush.

I argued with him but he wouldn't even look up from his work. I went back to the Sunday papers but every now and then I'd get up and go out

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and watch him for a couple of minutes. He spent three hours at it and finished the fence, all four sections of it. You should have seen him when he walked around the house to the terrace where I was sitting — he had paint all over him.

Some time during the afternoon he asked me if we were anywhere near Chappaqua, and I said it was the next town, and he wanted to know if we had ever heard of Gerston, the sculptor. We had heard, of him, of course, and Lautisse said he had once known Gerston in Paris, and would it be possible to get in touch with him? I got Gerston on the telephone for him, but he talked in French, and I have no idea what the conversation was about.

He went back to town on the 9.03 that evening and at the station shook my hand and said I was a fine fellow and that he hadn't enjoyed himself so much in years, and that he wanted Betsy and me to come to New York and have dinner with him some night.

We didn't hear anything from him or about him for ten days. Then the New York papers got hold of the story. In the interview which Lautisse gave there were a few lines about the weekend he had spent with Mr. and Mrs. Gregg.

The day after the story appeared a reporter and a photographer from one of the papers arrived at our place. Besides taking pictures of Betsy and me, as well as of the house, they asked for every single detail of the great man's visit, and Betsy told them of course about the garden fence. They took more pictures of the fence, the paint bucket and the brush and the next morning the paper had quite a story. The headline said: LAUTISSE PAINTS AGAIN.

It gave us a sort of funny feeling, all this publicity³, but we didn't have much time to think about it. People started arriving in large num­bers. They all wanted my garden fence, because it had been painted by the great Lautisse.

" Look, gentlemen." I said. " I'm a businessman, I don't know any­thing about painting, I mean painting pictures. But I do know a thing or two about painting a fence. A mule could have held a paint brush in his teeth and done almost as good a job on that fence as Lautisse did."

In their turn they asked me if I knew that a single painting by Lautisse was worth as much as a quarter of a million dollars and whether I realized that my garden fence was a genuine Lautisse. I told them I'd make my decision in the next few days. ONE COAT OF WHITE

Those next few days were bedlam. We had to have the telephone discon­nected — there were calls from all over the country. At least another dozen art galleries and museums sent people. By the end of the second day I was being offered twenty-five thousand. The next day fifty.

When on the fourth day Gerston came in. 1 immediately took up the subject of the fence. He advised me not to sell the fence yet — and let the Palmer Museum in New York exhibit it for several weeks. He also explained what all the excitement was about. He said one reason was that Lautisse had never before used a bit of white paint.

The fence was taken to New York. I went down myself to have a look, and I couldn't keep from laughing when I saw my fence — it had a fence around it.

The exhibition was to end on a Saturday, and Gerston phoned that day and asked if I would meet him at the museum on Sunday.

He led me to the room where my fence had been exhibited, and I did get a shock when we walked in. The fence had been cut up into sections.

" Don't get excited, " said Gerston. " Let me show you something." He pointed to a word in black paint at the bottom corner. It took me a few seconds to recognize it. It was the signature of Lautisse.

" But... but I don't get it" I stammered. " Why... what... where is he? "

" Lautisse sailed for home early this morning, " said Gerston. " But last night he came over here, got down on his hands and knees, and signed each of the thirty sections. Now you've got something to sell."

And indeed I did have. Twenty-nine sections of the thirty sections were sold within a month's time at 10, 000 each. I kept the thirtieth, it's hanging now in our living-room.

After it was all over, I went to see Gerston.

" Lautisse was genuinely fond of you and Mrs. Gregg, " he said. " He had no idea, when he painted your fence, that it would make such a noise. Bui when it did, he got a good laugh out of it. And it was his idea to have the fence cut into sections. Then he got down to work and signed each one, "

Notes:

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Lautisse [lotis]

Betsy — the short for Elizabeth

the " Queen Elizabeth" — an ocean-going liner

to be on deck (at sea, on board (a ship)) — remember that there are no articles

in these word-combinations

Senator — a member of the Senate, the upper house in US Congress

state-room — a private cabin on a steamer