Brandywine
Conservancy
Museum
of
Art
Search
Search
Brandywine River Museum of Art
Expand Mobile Search
Search
Search
Menu
Visit
Hours & Admission
Directions
Tours & Groups
Millstone Café
Museum Shop
Visiting with Children
Entertaining
Accessibility
Exhibitions
Current Exhibitions
Upcoming Exhibitions
Past Exhibitions
Collections
About
Historic Artists' Studios
Staff Directory
Jobs & Internships
Museum Blog
Connect With Us
Extended Wyeth Family of Artists
Museum Campus
Support
Events
Breadcrumb
eMuseum
Works
He thrust a dirty, crumpled wad of bills into the gasping mouth.
Skip to main content
Expand
Favorite
View PDF
He thrust a dirty, crumpled wad of bills into the gasping mouth.
Previous
Next
N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
He thrust a dirty, crumpled wad of bills into the gasping mouth.
1907
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.1973
Destroyed by fire, July 1908
Not on view
Discover More
He was caught, turned about and turkey-trotted aft toward Captain Bill's cabin, into which he was unceremoniously heaved like a sack of cabbage.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
There was a flash of circling steel, a report, and the little Sheriff crumpled up like a jackrabbit
N.C. Wyeth
1909
Robin Hood Defeats Nat of Nottingham at Quarter-staff
The beggar dealt his foe a back-thrust so neatly, so heartily, and so swiftly that Nat was swept off the stage into the crowd as a fly off a table.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Again, at the mouth of the shaft, they shook hands in congratulation.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"See here Harjes, don't you ask me to do any of your dirty work--because I won't do it!"
N.C. Wyeth
1913
And putting their mouths to the level of a starry pool, they drank their fill
N.C. Wyeth
1916
The children were always dirty, but they were healthy, and Mrs. Masso had a laugh that was good to hear
John Sloan
1912
Captain Bill, Rebel, untitled headpiece illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
untitled (Bill Loper's house, Chadds Ford)
N.C. Wyeth
not dated
The ocean just sort o' breathing in on the sand--Bill 'n' me sit here and count the breaths like.
N.C. Wyeth
1919