TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1921.

Paul Manship called for me and took me to his studio which is near

Washington Square in a side alley that used to contain stables. The

moment one turned into that side alley one had left New York! He has

a beautiful studio and house, and his work is modern and archaic and

has a great sense of design. It interested me to discover how he gets

his surfaces and the feeling of the thing being carved; this is done

by working on the plaster. He is going to have an exhibition in London

at the Leicester Galleries in the spring. I shall be very interested

to know the result. I am sorry for the artist who goes from here to

London, instead of from London here.

I dined with Mr. Archer Huntington in the most lovely house. A real

man’s house, no knickknacks. There were some Goya’s that arrested one’s

attention.

We were a small party, or else the house was so big, and we all seemed

rather English and talked low and there was a calm that was unlike

New York. I found my host treated me rather like Lenin did, smilingly

and lightly, as if I were not very serious. But he takes me seriously

evidently, for he is arranging an exhibition for me at the Museum of

the American Numesmatic Society.

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