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And lived by fruit and such as he might get
And lived by fruit and such as he might get
And lived by fruit and such as he might get
(American, 1882 - 1945)

And lived by fruit and such as he might get

Oil on canvas
1917
40 1/2 × 32 1/4 in. (102.9 × 81.9 cm)
SUPP2000.237
Collection of Joel and Suzanne Sugg
Not on view
Image Not Available for Jesus lived the life of a Galilean boy. He went to the village school, which was kept in the local synagogue by a local rabbi. He learned the clumsy letters of the Hebrew alphabet according to current methods of instruction
Jesus lived the life of a Galilean boy. He went to the village school, which was kept in the local synagogue by a local rabbi. He learned the clumsy letters of the Hebrew alphabet according to current methods of instruction
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"Couldn't he write about common people--about cops and bums and sailors and crooks and places where reg'lar people lived?"
"Couldn't he write about common people--about cops and bums and sailors and crooks and places where reg'lar people lived?"
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
He received the ball, rushed forward, and sprang up and out with all his might.
He received the ball, rushed forward, and sprang up and out with all his might.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
--A careless, strong willful white man who had lived the Indian life for many years--
--A careless, strong willful white man who had lived the Indian life for many years--
N.C. Wyeth
1908
"Just out," says Sir Henry. "In fact, we don't keep it. Try a lemon soda. The Mexican pointed his finger at him. "If you have no whiskey," says he, "go out and get some."
"Just out," says Sir Henry. "In fact, we don't keep it. Try a lemon soda. The Mexican pointed his finger at him. "If you have no whiskey," says he, "go out and get some."
N.C. Wyeth
1912
One might have thought that he did not care
One might have thought that he did not care
N.C. Wyeth
1905
"However, after six days o' restin' up, with salubrious fruits an' wines an' the most melojus concerts, my capt'n broaches the cause of why we're callin' on the Don Hidalgo Rodreego Cazamma."
"However, after six days o' restin' up, with salubrious fruits an' wines an' the most melojus concerts, my capt'n broaches the cause of why we're callin' on the Don Hidalgo Rodreego Cazamma."
N.C. Wyeth
1915
Still Life with Bottle, Fruit, and Geranium
Still Life with Bottle, Fruit, and Geranium
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1935 / 1938
The Three Friends The bowman sang snatches of French love songs in a voice which might have scared the most stouthearted maiden.
The Three Friends
The bowman sang snatches of French love songs in a voice which might have scared the most stouthearted maiden.
N.C. Wyeth
1922