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...Wimbledon. On a smooth lawn marked with white lines, two Frenchmen were indulging in an active tennis match. One of them bounded about at the net, volleying everything he could; the other played a backcourt game, driving deeply and accurately. His brow was furrowed with concentration; he was trying very hard to win. His rival at the net was more debonair; when a neat lob passed him, he kissed his fingers to it; occasionally he called out, "Bravo, René." He, Jean Borotra, was playing against René Lacoste, conquerer of J. O. Anderson, for the championship of England...
...person as regards his point of view as when he left it. This is due, of course, to the fact that there are so many foreigners at these large places. At the Sorbonne in Paris, for instance, one finds that the percentage of aliens is far greater than of Frenchmen and consequently those who attend might last as well have stayed at home and gone to their own local or state college...
Last week, in Manhattan, two exhibitions opened which reveal the forms that these two impulses, still in flux, have taken in contemporary Art: One by Lorsen Feitelson and his wife, Nathalie Newking, at the Daniels Gallery; another by ten famed Frenchmen, at the Dudensing Galleries...
...Frenchmen (Bonnard, Braque, Duffy, Seganzac, Laurencin, Marchand, Marquet, Matisse, Utrillo, Vlaminck) are all seduced by wonder, preoccupied with the intricacies of moods, of surfaces. The pinguid fingers of Matisse's Jenne Fille au Piano strike from the keyboard notes that drip with colored stridence, red like the shuddering walls, waxen yellow and scarlet like the overripe fruits on the table. Duffy's Trouville clutches the beach insecurely, as if at any moment it might balloon, mad with gaiety, into the seawind, and shatter its striped pavilions on the salvoing clouds. Bonnard's Le Palmier is a jungle as gemmed...
Significance. Of these two exhibitions, the latter is the abler. But there is a note of weariness in the work of the Ten Frenchmen, as if they were tired of marveling at the animated apprehensions of their own suave minds. Observers, noting this fatigue, remembering also the descent of the Classicist group upon the Fall Salon, weighed more reflectively the work of Feitelson, of Newking. Just such was the state of things when a thousand Holy Ladies, in the candle-flowered dusk of Latin cathedrals, suddenly smiled...