Basket of Chips, page 117

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Title A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Creator Harwood, James Taylor, 1860-1940
Subject Artists; Painters; Artists' writings
Subject Local Harwood, James Taylor, 1860-1940; Artists--Utah--Biography; Harwood, Harriett Richards, (1870-1922)
Description These memoirs of Utah artist and teacher James T. Harwood cover a wide range of subjects including farming, gardening, bird watching and cooking. But, primarily, "A Basket of Chips" is about his early love, Harriett Richards, and their life together.
Publisher Tanner Trust Fund University of Utah Library, Salt Lake City, Utah
Contributors Olpin, Robert S.; Ward, Margery W.; Cooley, Everett L.; Madsen, Brigham D.; Tyler, S. Lyman
Date 1985
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Relation Is part of: Utah, the Mormons, and the West, no. 12
Coverage 1860-1940
Rights Management University of Utah, Copyright 2001
Holding Institution J. Willard Marriott Library, University of Utah.
Source Physical Dimensions 14.5 cm x 22.75 cm
Source Characteristics Printed Hard Cover Book
Scanning Technician Karen Edge
Metadata Cataloger Kenning Arlitsch; Jan Robertson
Call Number N 6537 H364 A2 1985
ARK ark:/87278/s6zs2vsj
Topic Artists; Painters; First person narrative
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-20
Date Modified 2011-04-07
ID 327930
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Title Basket of Chips, page 117
Description Reminiscences of Family, Yozlth, and Early Manhood made the throw and caught him on an unlifted foot, as much to my wonder as his own, even though I had tried for that pur- pose. That was my last throw as I thought it was best to let my reputation rest there. The branding iron was similar to a large soldering iron with a big B at the end. Ours was the Bonnet Atelier, for Leon Bonnet, the great French artist, met his pupils there. I had the branding nearly done, and stepped out in the gallery for a breath of fresh air, and left the iron to reheat. In a few mo- ments I returned and was gripped at the back by two or three small French students. I thought it was a little contest to try my strength, which soon resulted in my freedom. But there is power in numbers and the next time I was securely held. You may imagine my feelings when I saw one of them coming toward me with the red hot smoking branding iron. It is difficult to tell what passed through my mind in the next few seconds. First I thought they were going to make me squirm and flinch and turn pale or scream. By then there were cries of pity from the onlookers and expressions of "don't burn his eves out" and so forth. I shut my teeth tight and looked right at the iron as it was deliberately thrust against my forehead, leaving the "B" of the atelier in a glare above my eyes. But it was a vermillion B for the iron was cold. This is how they did it. While I was outside it was instantly cooled in water and the tip for two inches was painted vermillion and a bit of rag tied close to the handle and set on fire at the proper time made the smoke, and the illusion was perfect. A word about nerves and sensations. I was expecting heat and when the opposite took place I felt a conflict between rea- son, habit, memory, etc. My nerves were finally convinced that they were not in pain and a hearty laugh followed all around and I enjoyed it as much as they. Before they undertook the joke some of the leaders questioned my English friend whether but he told them I was not hasty. I would be apt to draw a knife He was the one who primed me to call on the lady art student. 117
Format application/pdf
Source A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-14
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 327597
Reference URL