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The Fraser Family He was crammed, stiff and heated, into the old chaise between his parents
The Fraser Family He was crammed, stiff and heated, into the old chaise between his parents
The Fraser Family He was crammed, stiff and heated, into the old chaise between his parents
(American, 1882 - 1945)

The Fraser Family
He was crammed, stiff and heated, into the old chaise between his parents

Oil on canvas
1928
40 × 32 1/2 in. (101.6 × 82.6 cm)
SUPP2000.1256
The Town of Southern Pines, Southern Pines, North Carolina
Not on view
That night a thankful father and mother knelt down beside the bed where their only daughter lay in a healthful sleep. A little girl had come back to her parents from the very gates of death. The Galilean stars looked down and smiled their benediction
That night a thankful father and mother knelt down beside the bed where their only daughter lay in a healthful sleep. A little girl had come back to her parents from the very gates of death. The Galilean stars looked down and smiled their benediction
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Fifth Commandment: Honor thy parents. That creates for life insurance lower rates
Fifth Commandment: Honor thy parents. That creates for life insurance lower rates
Peter Paone
1963
There, in a white world of mist, . . . he stood alone, fighting his battle between love for a girl and a standard of honor in the friendship of men.
There, in a white world of mist, . . . he stood alone, fighting his battle between love for a girl and a standard of honor in the friendship of men.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
On the Sea Wall with John Paul Jones For a long moment Paul Jones gazed out over the crowded shipping, down the long narrow harbor, out to the open water. He whistled dolefully between his teeth
On the Sea Wall with John Paul Jones
For a long moment Paul Jones gazed out over the crowded shipping, down the long narrow harbor, out to the open water. He whistled dolefully between his teeth
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Deep in hollow sockets his hot eyes burned, red with fever. He sat his horse like an old man, haggard and bent.
Deep in hollow sockets his hot eyes burned, red with fever. He sat his horse like an old man, haggard and bent.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
Death of Orlando Orlando fixed his eyes on the hilt of his sword as on a crucifix, and appeared like a creature seraphical and transfigured, and bowing his head, he breathed out his pure soul
Death of Orlando Orlando fixed his eyes on the hilt of his sword as on a crucifix, and appeared like a creature seraphical and transfigured, and bowing his head, he breathed out his pure soul
N.C. Wyeth
1924
On the Fourth Day Comes the Astrologer From His Crumbling Old Tower
On the Fourth Day Comes the Astrologer From His Crumbling Old Tower
N.C. Wyeth
1916
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
N.C. Wyeth
1916