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gave me a chill they were so good. They have one waterfall and arrange–
ment in stripes, that is as rhythmical as a zebra and as realistic as
Maupassant. I met
Mr.
[Alanson] Hartpence who selects the work for the
gallery and makes sales for the artists in some cases and "knows the
ground."
"Mr.
K" had told me to introduce myself if I went to the Gallery.
I did, and Mr. Hartpence was exceedingly cordial and thoughtful about
showing me round. He is a positive dogmatist on art theory. I told the
Kreymborgs what he said to me
in
comment on my comments and they
were greatly amused and said there was not a soul, who had yet been dis–
covered at least, who could talk "over" him or assert anything. (More of
him,
later.) I then went to 291. Mr. Stieglitz had told me to come back, that
he would show me some things and Alfred had told me to ask to see his
Congo things. He had nothing to show me yet, but gave me
Camera vv£'rk
to cut and look at. One number is entitled, "What is 291?" and contains
an article by Hodge Kirnon the elevator man (colored) which is consid–
ered one of the best in the book. Mr. Kerfoot also has one in it and Alfred
has one. Alfred had asked me if I had told Mr. Stieglitz that I knew
him
(Alfred) (and I
had
been delighted to see him and Mr. Kerfoot and "the
gang" as contributors in a copy of
Camera Work
that I had seen at the
Modern Gallery). So I told Mr. Stieglitz how pleased I had been at the
above circumstance and said I had also seen some wonderful photographs
at the Kreymborgs; (by
him
and by Steichen). I said I had not known there
was anything in existence like Steichen's photograph of Gordon Craig-I
said at all events I had never seen anything like it. "Well, there
is
nothing
like it," he said. He told me to come in and take my coat off and look at
the copies of
Camera Work.
He opened his knife and handed it to me, a
plain nickel one with a ring in the end. Previously, however, while I had
been examining some things against the wall, he said,
"Mr.
Kerfoot is here
now." He went back to the aerial pocket wherever it was in which he had
left Mr. Kerfoot after giving me the books and indicating the couch where
I could sit (by the window) and I had a fear that Mr. Kerfoot would con–
clude his business at the door and " flyaway" for I saw nothing of him
despite the announcement that he was imminent. Presently Mr. Stieglitz
came in wi th as nearly an approach to a selfconscious manner as it would
be possible to attribute to him and said, "Miss Moore, Mr. Kerfoot," with–
out however looking back at Mr. Kerfoot. He then went on attending with
other matters, going into a nearby "pantry" and thence to the front of the
studios or apartments or whatever you would call them. Mr. Kerfoot is
burly-just Mr. Conover's build though a little taller, dressed in a green
tweed coat which he drew off, and tan shoes (unministered to), and he had
a cocked hat of some sort suitable to weather and a cane I think (I can't be
sure). He has gray eyes and rather pugnacious though decent moustache
