In a room whose windows looked across a river to the towers of Manhattan, Joseph Pennell, etcher, died last week. He had been ill of pneumonia for a week.
No splendor of granite towers watched his adolescence. He was born in Philadelphia, in 1860, and worked as a clerk in a railroad office, studying when he had time in the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts. He sold his first drawings—some illustrations for a story in the Century Magazine—when he was 21. Two years later he went abroad to draw...
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