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The late George Wesley Bellows was once sketching at Mouquin's, a Manhattan restaurant favored by society in his day. Bellows liked Mouquin's less for its food and company than for its mirrors. Hunched at the bar with a sketch pad concealed on his knee, he could use the other patrons as his unconscious models. On this occasion a furious little gentleman approached the artist and charged that Bellows was ogling his wife. Bellows was very peaceable but very tall. He rose, slowly. When he reached six feet the challenger blanched and...
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