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"It didn't work," he managed to say.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"It didn't work," he managed to say.
Oil on canvas
1907
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.1977
known by reproduction only
Not on view
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Johnny's Fight with Cherry
"Quit now," he managed to whisper, "if you want to"
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"She didn't come - she didn't come," he said over and over to himself. "She didn't come to see her old dad - and it's Christmas Day"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
With a Rush She Was on Her Knees before Munn, Clutching Him about the Legs . . . "He Didn't Do It! Don't Take Him! He's My Baby! He Never Harmed Anybody!"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"Say Pardner," He Ventured To A Hairy Old Timer On A Pea-Green Landau, "What's The Chance For A Job Around Here?"
N.C. Wyeth
1925
"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
"Oh, Al!" she wailed . . . "I didn't know I loved you so--or I'd been different"
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"We'll lave it up to the termites," says he, and he sat down and lit another cigarette. He'd smoked three before wan av the termites arrived and bit the poor lip ave me . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1914
He Would Say, "Only Do I Care to Eat the Grub of the White Man."
N.C. Wyeth
1905
After the Day's Work
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1924 / 1926
"For a time, there being no scouting to do," says Colonel Cody, "I drove stage between Plum Creek and Fort Kearney, with plenty of hair-raising adventures thrown in."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"Ah say, bredren, who's agwine abo'd de ship wid all dem angles? Is you, brudder?"
N.C. Wyeth
1919
So the maiden went on, and little divined or imagined what was at work in his heart, that made him so awkward and speechless.
N.C. Wyeth
1920