New York's Reinhardt Galleries smelled of gardenias last week. There were a great many mink coats, and gentlemen carrying chamois gloves in their inverted bowlers. On the walls were brilliant, brittle portraits in flat, bright color of very smart people immaculately dressed, and decorative landscapes in which trees and houses were frankly drawn with ruler and compass. Bernard Boutet de Monvel was having his first New York exhibition in five years.
Pictures every child should know are in the series of oblong French story books which Maurice Boutet de Monvel, Bernard's father,...
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