Thanksgiving Is Ruined
September 06, 2015
The Paint Rag
Priced at five cents, published to raise money for the Gloucester Society of Artists, and dated August 5, 1925, this wonderful publication contained the following poem (pg. 3):
TiR remembers a similar incident happening to us in Chelsea.
Or was it Soho?
We can't remember.
The Paint Rag we found last year behind the glass of a vitrine in this fine exhibition devoted to the great Theresa Bernstein and to a lesser extent to her husband William Meyerowitz.
TiR jotted notes about the Rag in the margins of a magazine we were carrying, which we buried in our endless stacks of crap and forgot about, until recently excavating and reading the last of it.
The Bernstein exhibition has a robust virtual counterpart, here, encompassing personal documents from her life.
TiR was overjoyed to find among them a scan of the entire Paint Rag, uploaded here (.pdf)
Oddly, we are unable to find record of any other publications on which these skilled editors worked. It's almost as if the staff's names are listed in large part so that an irreverent acrostic could be hidden in their initials . . . B - L - A - H . . . B - U - N - K . . . Nah, couldn't be.
In addition, the publication's back page features the advertisement of a local Gloucester artist, Stuart Davis, offering "private instruction" in "Ultra-Modern Painting Method" which "is likely to increase the power of your work."