Rebuffs and Disappointments Fail to Repress a Great Cartoonist’s Genius.
TO-DAY Homer C. Davenport is the “first cartoonist” of America, and
yet he is but thirty-five years old. Mr. Davenport has a small place
in Roseville, on the outskirts of Newark, New Jersey. He is a tall,
handsome man, with large, humorous eyes, beneath heavy eyelids, that
give him an expression of perpetual thought.
“I suppose you want to see my studio?” Mr. Davenport said. We went
upstairs.
“This is it,” he said, with a chuckle.
It was merely a small, square room, with a few framed pictures on the
papered walls, and a desk in the corner. There was no easel in the
room, but I saw a drawing-board under the desk.