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Died. Archibald McNeal Johnson, 43, lawyer, sportsman, second son of U. S. Senator Hiram Warren Johnson of California; by his own hand (pistol); in his home outside San Francisco. An artillery major in the World War, wounded at Chateau Thierry, he was said by friends to have suffered from recurrent shell-shock. Divorced in June from Martha Ruddy Leet Johnson, he left a note in verse, ending: "Forgive me, God. for all I've done to please that ever-grasping one who took my very life...
...nimble stag, was chased by English huntsmen nine years ago into what they call the English Channel and Frenchmen call La Manche. Defying the English sportsmen, French fishermen pulled the stag aboard their smack, named him Ostert, found him a home in the private park of a French chateau near Le Touquet...
...hard-boiled Dr. Albert C. Barnes of Merion, Pa. sold his Argyrol rights to Zonite Products Corp., pocketed his millions and concentrated, in his French Renaissance chateau behind a loft. fence, upon the finest collection of modern art in the U. S. He never lends pictures for outside exhibition, sometimes handpicks a few visitors to look at them. His guards manhandle enterprising reporters. Occasionally he buys a painting by an unknown painter. The canvas disappears behind Dr. Barnes's fence, but the painter is made. As a judge of art, Dr. Barnes is brusque but no booby...
...Matisse and Dr. Barnes agreed. Then Matisse, no master of space problems, discovered that his mural was three feet short. On a new canvas he painted it over again the full 45 ft. long. The short one he kept. And last month Matisse went straight from Nice to Merion chateau without stopping to show the final mural to anybody. No one explained why the exhibition had been canceled...
During the World War I was a warrant officer with the 32nd Division, U. S. A. and on the drive through Chateau Thierry . . . I was billeted in a shell-torn building. During the night I slept on a pile of strewn papers in the middle of the floor of a room in this building and in the morning picked up an attractive document written on parchment and in old French script, merely as a souvenir...