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...sculpture on sale in the U.S. last week was bought by a museum with a name so new that no one seemed to know it. The Norton Gallery and School of Art in West Palm Beach (Fla.) paid $10,000 for the yellow, 1,000-pound Youth, by William Zorach. The man who signed the check, and who has signed all the checks so far for Florida's newest palace of culture, was a spare, 65-year-old, fiddle-playing Chicago tycoon (Acme Steel), Ralph H. Norton...
Like most children, little Dahlov Zorach scribbled pictures when she was three years old. Unlike most children, she was a sculptor's daughter. Fond Father William Zorach began saving all her work he could lay his hands on, kept on saving it. Result: A unique exhibition last week (at the Young People's Gallery in Manhattan's Museum of Modern Art) which showed 19 years of an artist's growth...
...instructors at her progressive schools ever tried to teach Dahlov. She went her own gait, shifting happily about from crayons to lithographs, wood carving to ceramics, water colors to oils. No prodigy, she had the varying interests of a normal, healthy child; through them all kept the Zorach household overrun with animals. Her long-suffering family did not even rebel when she brought home a baby skunk, though somehow it escaped during the night...
...Dahlov Zorach Ipcar, 22, now lives with her husband, Adolph, on William Zorach's farm at Robinhood, Me. She plows, pitches hay and looks after the horses, does not milk or drive a car. She still finds time to paint farm and hunting scenes, recently did a mural through the SFA (see below) for the post office at La Follette, Tenn. Last month she bore her first child, a son. Dahlov got her own name from a song the Zorachs used to sing to her about "Mama, Daddy love 'um." Her older brother Tessim's name came...
...dwellings of the elder and younger John D. Rockefeller for, respectively, 40 and 2 5 years, the houses were abandoned two years ago to wreckers. Last week the site became part of a long garden. In the garden were evergreens, arbors, trees, wattle screens, and sculpture by Lachaise, Despiau, Zorach, Lipchitz. One fair spring night it was filled with hundreds of men with starched white bosoms, and hundreds of rustling ladies. Back of them stood a new, long, spacious building faced with marble and glass; inside it other crowds could be seen, swishing past its plate-glass panels like frilly...