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A Great Big Ugly Man Came Up and Tied His Horse to me, A Book of Nonsense Verse - a collection of poetry illustrated by Wallace Tripp, c1973 Little Brown & Company – This is a hardcover, ex-library rebound discard with all the library markings of card pocket, stamps, labels, bar codes, 46 pages, NO Dust Jacket, the cover has minor wear of scuffs and rub wear, small dents on spine and edges and corners, pages are over all very nice, spine and binding tight, pages are secure-no loose pages, no writing or names, book measures 7.5 by 10 inches, condition—great illustrations for the Wallace Tripp fan, Good, $5.00
(Includes art history, artists biography, art instruction, fictional stories)
from the Chapter 1 I Meet Saskia For the First Time and Find Her a Very Sick Woman: "The fall of the year '41 was a period of endless rainstorms and the month of November was by far the worst. There were floods, and a great many head of cattle were drowned and the cities lay drenched by the endless dampness and the walls were covered with the mildew, for as it had begun to rain before the peat had been shipped to town, the available fuel was all water-logged and either refused to burn at all, or filled the room with such vast clouds of smoke that most people preferred to shiver rather than choke. There was a great deal of sickness and when Jantje, the second maid... --when Jantje entered and told me that there was a girl who had come to ask me to visit a sick woman, I thought: 'Oh, well, another case of a bad cold! I wish that they would leave me in peace.' For by this time I had practically discontinued my general practice, I still went to the hospital everyday because I wanted to learn as much of surgery as I possibly could, but I took no further private patients and spent all my days in a small workshop or laboratory which I had fixed up in the basement of my house where I had a large fire-place (which I heated with coal) and could experiment without the danger of setting the house on fire. I went into the hall and found not a girl but a middle-aged woman, whose face did not in the least appeal to me, and I wa about to send her away and bid her go and find some one else, when she interrupted me in a scolding tone of voice and said: 'If it were not a matter of great urgency, my master would have sent for some well-known physician, but my mistress seems to be dying and they told me to get the nearest leech I could find--anyone would do.' Somehow or other, the utter lack of graciousness, the painful directness of this person who had come to ask a favor and found the opportunity to offer an insult, appealed to my sense of humor. The good Doctor Francois Rabelais, who cured more people by his laughter than by his pills and poultices, would have been delighted with this sharp-tongued shrew. He probably would have given her in marriage to Pantagruel and his life thereafter would have been about as merry as that of Socrates during his more domestic periods. And so I did not answer her as I should have done, but took my cloak and followed her. We did not have far to go. We went down the Houtkoopers Gracht and turned to the left past the Anthonie Sluys and into the Anthonie Breestraat, where we stopped before a two-story brick house which looked as if it were the house of some well-to-do merchant. The door was opened almost before we had knocked and an anxious voice asked: 'Is that the doctor?' To which my unpleasant companion sharply answered: 'Well, it is some sort of a leech. He was the nearest one I could find. I hope he will do.' To which the voice replied: 'Keep a civil tongue in your head, my good woman, and ask the Master to step in while I get a candle.' For indeed the hall was very dark and it was filled with the sharp odor of some acid which made me think for a moment that I had come to the house of a person who occupied himself in his spare time with experiments in alchemy. But when the candle was lit, I saw at once that this was not a laboratory, for the small table in the center and the chairs were all covered with drawings and sketches, and against the walls (though I could only see them dimly) there stood a number of canvases, but they were painted in such somber colors that I could not make out the subjects they represented. Nor could I place the man who had apparently made them. He was a stockily built fellow with the shoulders and arms of a mason or carpenter. Indeed, the first impression I got when he opened the door was that of some better-class working-man, some one accustomed to heavy physical exercise but at the same time trained to read charts and architectural plans-perhaps the foreman of a building company. Such a fellow, however, would hardly have lived in a house of his own on one of the best streets in town, but in that strange city of ours, with new blocks of houses going up like mushrooms and new fortunes being made overnight (especially by those who were in some way connected with the board of aldermen) all things were possible and some of the best houses on the Heerengracht belonged to people who only a few years before had never seen a fork or known the use of a napkin. And so I quietly accepted the situation and asked: 'Where is the patient?' 'In the Big Room,' he answered, and his voice struck me, for it was very gentle and not in the least in keeping with his somewhat rough and plebeian exterior. Wherefore, while I removed my coat (which was wet, for of course outside the rain was pouring) and now suspecting that I had to deal with a member of my own class, I introduced myself and said: 'I am Doctor van Loon.' And he extended his hand (he had put the candle down on a chair to help me with my cloak) and gave me a slight bow and said: 'I am glad you came, Doctor. My name is van Rijn and it is my wife who needs your services,' and picked up the candle once more and led me across the hall into the room situated in the rear part of the house...'
Mike and the Giant, The Story of Michelangelo by Kerwin Bowles, illustrated by Mitchell Foster, c1951??, Stravon Publishers, Stravon Great Artists series, hardcover ex-library rebound, spine and corners have rub wear and fray, card pocket, stamps, stickers and bar code, front card pocket removed, two-tone illustrations and black/white photographs, pages have yellowed with age but overall nice, secure hinges, solid copy, Good, $7.00, plus additional postage
The Young Artist by Thomas Locker, c1989 stated First Edition Dial Books, ex-library with all the markings of labels, stamps, bar code, card pocket, Hardcover, dust jacket with plastic mylar cover-Very Good, unpaginated, very little use and very little wear, pages are nice, secure spine/hinges, Very Good, $5.00, plus additional postage
from the Dust Jacket: "In this beautiful and unusual new book the highly acclaimed artist Thomas Locker writes about the subject he knows best: the life of a painter. Adrian Van der Weld is twelve years old when he is apprenticed to the painting master who, within a few short years, has taught him everything he can. Although he is skillful at capturing likenesses, Adrian would rather paint landscapes than portraits. But the young man is commissioned by the king to paint the members of the royal court. Dismayed by the royal command, Adrian is aghast when the various noblemen and noblewomen order him to paint them not as they are but as they wish the world to see them. How Adrian meets this challenge makes a memorable tale for young and old alike. Thomas Locker's paintings have earned him universal praise from reviewers, who have called his work 'luminous' and 'riveting.' In this new book he once again creates a work that will be treasured by all young readers. --- Thomas Locker who began writing and illustrating books only a few years ago, has consistently won awards and high praise for each new work... illustrations elegantly recall old Dutch masters... received star reviews from Booklist and Horn Book which called it 'an unusually beautiful picture-storybook with a timeless theme.' ... Another book, Sailing with the Wind, was one of the New York Time's Ten Outstanding Picture Books, a Booklist Editor's Choice, and an American Bookseller Pick of the Lists... Mr. Locker's paintings have been widely exhibited in many major cities, including New York, London, and Los Angelas. He lives with his wife, Maria, and their four sons in Connecticut."
Sailing with the Wind by Thomas Locker, c1986 stated First Edition Dial Books, ex-library with all the markings of labels, stamps, bar code, card pocket, Hardcover, dust jacket with plastic mylar cover-Very Good, bottom cover edge has some rub wear, unpaginated, small spot on first pasted down end page and first free end page, pages have are nice but a few small spots, secure spine/hinges, Good, $5.00, plus additional postage
from the Dust Jacket: "...Locker has produced a third book, one that establishes him even more firmly as a major new talent in the fine art of book illustration. Deceptively simple, almost austere, Sailing with the Wind is the story of a journey. A young girl, protected and loved, waits eagerly to go sailing with her favorite uncle. As they travel in Uncle Jack's small sailboat down the river from Elizabeth's house to the ocean she has never seen, land and water and sky change constantly. The delicate morning fog vanishes as the sun and wind come up; scudding white clouds mass into thunderheads upon the open sea; the storm passes and the colors of sunset glow bright upon the river. By the time Elizabeth returns home, she has had a taste of the splendor and mystery of the wider world--and so too have all those reading this remarkable and eloquent book...The shifting moods and colors of nature, the timeless beauty of the land, the intimacy between a child and an adult who truly understands the child's world--all of Thomas Locker's characteristics themes and images are here. But never before have they been rendered with such poignancy and warmth.
from the Dust Jacket: "...Locker has produced a third book, one that establishes him even more firmly as a major new talent in the fine art of book illustration. Deceptively simple, almost austere, Sailing with the Wind is the story of a journey. A young girl, protected and loved, waits eagerly to go sailing with her favorite uncle. As they travel in Uncle Jack's small sailboat down the river from Elizabeth's house to the ocean she has never seen, land and water and sky change constantly. The delicate morning fog vanishes as the sun and wind come up; scudding white clouds mass into thunderheads upon the open sea; the storm passes and the colors of sunset glow bright upon the river. By the time Elizabeth returns home, she has had a taste of the splendor and mystery of the wider world--and so too have all those reading this remarkable and eloquent book...The shifting moods and colors of nature, the timeless beauty of the land, the intimacy between a child and an adult who truly understands the child's world--all of Thomas Locker's characteristics themes and images are here. But never before have they been rendered with such poignancy and warmth.
(Includes music history, musician/composers biography, music instruction, fictional stories)
All About the Symphony Orchestra by Dorothy Berliner Commins, Random House, c1961, hardcover ex-library pictorial cover, with library card pocket, stamps, stickers and bar code, cover has some wear, pages have yellowed a bit with age but no creased corners, overall nice, secure hinges, Good, $3.00, plus additional postage
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