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I was overworked. Every line of copy in our ten-page sheet passed through my hands.
I was overworked. Every line of copy in our ten-page sheet passed through my hands.
I was overworked. Every line of copy in our ten-page sheet passed through my hands.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

I was overworked. Every line of copy in our ten-page sheet passed through my hands.

Alternate Title(s)
  • "Night Editor"
Oil on canvas
1913
31 7/8 × 44 in. (81 × 111.8 cm)
SUPP2000.646
Private collection
Not on view
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
N.C. Wyeth
1921
I planted the layout and "lamped" out through the transom. I could see them at the head of the stairs, hammering on Kelly's door, and every man had his gun out
I planted the layout and "lamped" out through the transom. I could see them at the head of the stairs, hammering on Kelly's door, and every man had his gun out
N.C. Wyeth
1914
When the moon arose there was silhouetted across its face the dusky figure of a war-bonneted Sioux, rifle at shoulder, aiming at one of our party. Raising my gun I fired, and the brave came crashing down the bank.
When the moon arose there was silhouetted across its face the dusky figure of a war-bonneted Sioux, rifle at shoulder, aiming at one of our party. Raising my gun I fired, and the brave came crashing down the bank.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
So through the Plymouth woods passed onward the bridal procession
So through the Plymouth woods passed onward the bridal procession
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"The plan is to have your cavalry cut a hole through the Confederate lines, and for me to slip through it . . . put me across to-night and I'll be in Richmond day after to-morrow"
"The plan is to have your cavalry cut a hole through the Confederate lines, and for me to slip through it . . . put me across to-night and I'll be in Richmond day after to-morrow"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
After my dinner in town was through with, I rode hard.
After my dinner in town was through with, I rode hard.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
N.C. Wyeth
1921
The Murder of Squire Ford "My God!" cried Alleyne, shaking in every limb. "What devil's deed is this?"
The Murder of Squire Ford
"My God!" cried Alleyne, shaking in every limb. "What devil's deed is this?"
N.C. Wyeth
1922
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