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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
untitled (blacksmith for Pierce-Arrow advertisement)
Oil on canvas
1916
36 × 28 in. (91.4 × 71.1 cm)
SUPP2000.875
Northern Arizona University Art Museum,
Present location unknown
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untitled (study for Fisk Rubber advertisement)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1917
untitled (advertisement for Fisk Rubber Company)
N.C. Wyeth
1917
untitled (a blacksmith's shop)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1900
"Have a Coke" (advertisement for Coca-Cola)
N.C. Wyeth
1944
Cold . . . ice-cold every day in the year (advertisement for Coca-Cola)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1936
Memgumban, back in the steamy hills, was unhappy. The hills were sadly unimproved real estate. Trees full of pythons, jungles swarming with nasty little hill dwarfs who blew poisoned arrows at you as a pasttime.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Robin Hood and His Companions Lend Aid to Will o' th' Green from Ambush
Their arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
"But be at rest; the Black Arrow flieth nevermore"
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Lastly, a little before dawn, a spearman had come staggering to the moat side, pierced by arrows
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Behind Simpson's dead-mule barricade we made ready for attack from the circling redskins. The carcases were soon stuck full of arrows, and Woods was winged in the shoulder.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
The Black Arrow, cover illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1916
The Passing of Robin Hood Leaning heavily against Little John's sobbing breast, Robin Hood flew his last arrow out through the window, far away into the deep green of the trees.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
