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Hopkinson Smith 1909 Now and then in my various prowlings I have met a man with a personality; one with mental equipment, heart endowment, self-forgetfulness, and charm--the kind of charm that makes you glad when he comes and sorry when he goes. One was a big-chested, straight-backed, clear-eyed, clean-souled sea-dog, with arms of hickory, fingers of steel, and a brain in instant touch with a button marked -Experience and Pluck.- Another was a devil-may-care, barefooted Venetian, who wore a Leporello hat canted over one eye and a scarlet sash about his thin, shapely waist, and whose corn teeth gleamed and flashed as he twisted his mustache or threw kisses to the pretty bead-stringers crossing Ponte Lungo.
Still a third was a little sawed-off, freckled-faced, red-headed Irishman, who drove a cab through London fogs in winter, poled my punt among the lily-pads in summer, and hung wall-paper between times. These I knew and _loved_; even now the cockles of my heart warm up when I think of them.
Others I knew and _liked_; the difference being simply one of personality. This time it is a painter who crosses my path--a mere lad of thirty two or three, all boy-heart, head, and brush.
I had caught a glimpse of him in New York, when he -blew in- (no other phrase expresses his movement) where his pictures were being hung...

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