The Sower. Albin Polasek Along the field he goes, scattering his seed. Centaur. Olga Popoff Muller This bestial creature is in the act of abducting a beautiful woman. She has almost swooned from fright. The Boy with the Fish. Bela Pratt They are singing for joy - the fish seeming to be most comfortably at home. Even the little turtle is happy. The little toes must not be overlooked. Returning from the Hunt. John J. Boyle The Indian is advancing under the weight of a huge bear across his shoulders, and the huge skin of a companion bear being dragged at has side. L'Amour (Love). Evelyn Beatrice Longman A group of tender, loving trustfulness. In the background are seen angel heads, denoting the spiritual side of love. The serpent below suggests the great wisdom born of love. It overcomes all death (the skull). The oak leaves symbolize eternal love. Garden Figure. Edith Woodman Burroughs Is this little Adam with the apple, or only a little boy with a ball? Youth. Victor H. Salvatore A little maid in sweet simplicity - against the shrubbery. Soldier of Marathon. Paul Noquet Recalling one of the Niobids of the Uffizi Gallery, Florence. The last dying agony of a Greek soldier. His shield stands at the left. Primitive Man. Olga Popoff Muller He hauls the quarry home. Would the nose of primitive man be so lacking in primitiveness? The Scalp. Edward Berge The Indian stands exultant! His hands alone betray what has happened. The rest of the work is most carefully treated to cover the barbarous side of the subject. Apollo Hunting. Haig Patigian "I shot an arrow into the air." This muscular figure recalls the work on Machinery Palace done by the same sculptor. A Faun's Toilet. Attilio Piccirilli An awkward, somewhat bashful, wholly boyish faun - his costume an ivy crown. Duck Baby. Edith Barretto Parsons A gleeful little soul with chubby toes - more gleeful than the quacking ducks she squeezes. A Maiden of the Roman Campagna. Albin Polasek Like an antique bronze from Pompeii. The anemones in her braided hair are surely some of those that grow so plentifully on the great Campagna beyond Rome. Head of Lincoln. Adolph Alexander Weinman He might have looked like this at the time of his Gettysburg speech. Daughter of Pan. R. Hinton Perry A girlish satyr most intent upon the echoes that she makes when blowing through her double pipes. Mother of the Dead. C. S. Pietro The old mother though grief-stricken, accepts the inevitable, while her motherless grandson, not understanding, feels that something is wrong. Destiny. C. Percival Deitsch Does Destiny decree that man shall lead, while woman meekly follows, as she did in ancient Egyptian days?