Last week on the 7,500-odd square feet of floor space at Manhattan's red-brick Whitney Museum were scattered an estimated 25 tons of assorted sculpture. The occasion: a big spring showing by members and nonmembers of the National Sculpture Society. Of some 185 pieces shown, many would have looked well on a moonlit night behind a fishpond, half covered with ivy. None bore the Whitney Museum's excellent lighting with enough distinction to turn a critic's head. The medal-winner: a reddish marble mother toting a limp child whose build resembled that of a miniature track champion. The sculptor: Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney, lady bountiful...
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