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". . . The baton in his right hand commands, but his left hand wheedles the tones he desires. That left hand is a study; thin and shapely, with a long thumb that starts very near the wrist, it performs an entire symphony by itself. Tenderly it hushes the strings; commandingly it calls for volume from the brass; it goes to the heart when it wants melody; and, closed Ardst'Author, The somewhat startling full name of the Times's artist-interviewer is Samuel Johnson Woolf. About the only things he has in common with the great lexicographer are patience and precision. He observes that an error in fact will ruin a joke for Herbert Hoover and while the same is not true of Artist Woolf, it is true that for him a solecism could ruin a heroism. His pursuit of the world's great has been as pure-in-purpose as it has been clever. He reached Einstein through that great man's sculptress daughter—and departed a real friend of the family. Born in Manhattan 52 years ago, Artist Woolf studied at the National Academy of Design, the Art Students' League, started out as portrait painter in oils. During the War, as correspondent with the A. E. F. he did portraits of men at the Front. Interviews followed. Now he works in chalk, lithograph, any medium he wishes. In recent years he has drawn many cover pictures for TIME.
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