Twelve years ago a sandy-haired German with vast feet and an enormous nose shuffled into the Manhattan gallery of Erhard Weyhe. He was, he said, a baker by trade. His name was Emil Ganso and he had a portfolio of drawings to show. Dealer Weyhe did not think the pictures were good enough for an immediate exhibition. Nevertheless he signed Baker Ganso to a long contract, gave him a small weekly allowance on which to live while he went on painting. It was a shrewd investment. Proudly last week Dealer Weyhe gave his protégé an...
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