In a skylit little courtyard gallery on West 13th Street, Manhattan, gathered last week more artistic large fry than you could shake a palette-knife at. Her greying hair done high and sculptural, Hostess Edith Gregor Halpert of the Downtown Gallery swept busily from guest to guest: gentle Alfred Barr Jr., director of the Museum of Modern Art; frosty-headed "Grouch" Goodyear, the museum's president; Mrs. Juliana Force, redoubtable director of the Whitney Museum; sunny Holger Cahill, director of the Federal Art Project; big, Indian-looking Artist Eugene Speicher, burly, blue-eyed Reginald Marsh, bright-eyed, skimpy-chinned Peggy Bacon, melancholy Morris Kantor, spindly Charles Sheeler.
The well-attended...
