In 1931 two artists named Maurer had shows in Manhattan. One was a 99-year-old curiosity, spruce and sprightly Louis Maurer, the last living Currier & Ives illustrator, whose traditional sporting prints and genre scenes had sold like hotcakes in the mid-19th Century. The other was slender, sad-eyed Alfred, his 62-year-old bachelor son, who painted hard-to-sell pictures of elongated, wistful shop girls and abstractions of heads and still lifes that were anything but traditional. Papa Maurer's show was a huge success to which son Alfy's was little more than a half-noticed footnote.
Last week the tables were turned. Peppery Louis Maurer's works...
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