Arts: Sweeping Reductions

Female modern apartment denizens, as crowded for space as birds in a cage, viewed with delight a new style of furniture brought forth last week by artists at the Art Centre, 56th St., Manhattan. Artists, although all the word knows them to be useless, sometimes have fantastically practical ideas.

At least there seems to be some value in a demonstration in which they exhibited: a three-quarter bed which constricts itself into a slender couch, two chiffoniers which measure eight inches and twenty inches in width, a reading table for the bed with top the size of a dinner plate, chairs no more rugged than most people’s bridge tables, vases and lamps which economize themselves as they go skyward as rapidly as Gothic spires.

Mirrors and pictures, guiltless of the crime of area, are allowed full freedom of the walls. Such accoutrements, intelligent, it must be admitted, are more feminine than male. Broad-beamed gentlemen denizens remain skeptical of the idea.