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Principal Crumley himself seems to be omnipresent, popping up as lunch periods begin in the school's barracks-like cafeteria and walking the halls when classes are changing. He knows many of the students by name, and most of their parents. Third-Grade Teacher Mary Robus credits him with being instantly on call for any teacher. She recalls a morning when her class was a bit slow lining up to return from the playground. A voice boomed from the fire tower above: "I'd like to see those lines straight." It was, of course, Crumley...
Jose de Creeft and Hugo Robus are two elderly U.S. sculptors whose styles, backgrounds and techniques are worlds apart; but they get their inspiration from the same source. To both, form is all-important, and the human female has long been their ideal subject. Last week their works were on display at Manhattan's Whitney Museum of American Art in a major exhibition that is bound to please rather than puzzle...
...Just a Jughead." Cleveland-born Hugo Robus, also 75, the son of an iron molder, managed to get to Paris in 1912. His ambition was to paint, but he found himself "so fascinated by form that I was building paint upon my canvases a quarter of an inch thick. It became expensive, so I decided to find a medium I could af-i'ord." Back in the U.S., he supported himself and his wife, who died a year and a half ago, by designing textiles and making silverware and jewelry. His studio was soon filled with his lithe...
Dawn, a floozy-looking blonde yawning furiously at the new day, was the first piece of sculpture he ever exhibited, but 25 years passed before he could afford to have it cast in bronze. Yet Robus never lost his humor. He himself would refer to his graceful sculpture of a girl washing her hair as Soap in Her Eyes. He did Three Caryatids Without a Portico, a Water Carrier with a pitcher for a head ("Just a jughead, I guess"), and "a vase that takes its head off." Hugo Robus' figures have a fluid charm that makes them bend...
...Manhattan last week, Billy happily gave Director Katz a conducted tour of the treasures that will soon be his. The statues dwarf their diminutive owner. In the entry Hugo Robus' green bronze Song seemed about to chirp a childish "May I take your coat?" At one side of the powder room stood Nadelman's painted bronze Woman, attentive as a lady-in-waiting. At the other side arched Robus' rainbowlike, semi-abstract Woman Washing Her Hair. The washroom offered a brace of sporting dogs by Hunt Diederich, and in its paneled lounge stood Epstein's mournful...