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"Sure, it's Professor Grid to the life!" he said admiringly.
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"Sure, it's Professor Grid to the life!" he said admiringly.
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caption: The present work prior to conservation treatment, 2007-2008.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"Sure, it's Professor Grid to the life!" he said admiringly.
Oil on canvas
1910
36 × 28 in. (91.4 × 71.1 cm)
SUPP2000.663
Private collection
Not on view
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"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"
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1914
"That's right," said the old captain; "take your time and get a good look round. It's your last chance, son!"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Headlong he leaped on the Boaster, and, snatching his knife from its scabbard . . .
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1920
Robin Wrestles Will Stuteley at Gamewell
"Catch him by the middle," he shouted. "Now you have him, lording, fairly. Throw him prettily!" And sure enough Stuteley came down.
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1917
Age grows calculating, but youth is spendthrift in its generosity. Even if the boy trudged home hungry, he intended that Jesus should be fed. He gave his evening meal to the Master
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"Christmas a humbug, Uncle!" said Scrooge's nephew. "You don't mean that, I am sure!"
Frank C. Herbst
1918
The Fugitives
"This way!" the woman whispered. "Into the stream to throw the dog off, though I think it is but a common cur, like its master."
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1922
The attraction of angling for all ages of man, . . . lies in its uncertainty. 'Tis an affair of luck
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
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
The busy world itself might well hush its noisy activities long enough to hear of it.
N.C. Wyeth
1908
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for A gust, fiercer than any of its predecessors, heeled the Wanderer over and the lip of a comber climbed in over her counter and swept aft to the break of the poop.
A gust, fiercer than any of its predecessors, heeled the Wanderer over and the lip of a comber climbed in over her counter and swept aft to the break of the poop.
N.C. Wyeth
1923