Smedley, W. T. (William Thomas), 1858-1920
Smedley, William Thomas, 1858-1920
Smedley, William Thomas
Smedley, W.T.
William Thomas Smedley American artist (1858-1920)
סמדלי, וויליאם תומאס, 1858-1920
Smedley, W. T. 1858-1920
Smedley, William Thomas (American painter and illustrator, 1858-1920)
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Smedley, W. T. ‡d 1858-1920
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Smedley, W. T. ‡q (William Thomas), ‡d 1858-1920
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Smedley, William Thomas
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Smedley, William Thomas ‡d 1858-1920
- 100 1 _ ‡a Smedley, William Thomas ‡g American painter and illustrator, 1858-1920
- 100 1 _ ‡a Smedley, William Thomas, ‡d 1858-1920
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- 100 0 _ ‡a William Thomas Smedley ‡c American artist (1858-1920)
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Works
Title | Sources |
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A Dog's tale | |
[He came in at breakfast with his well remembered smile] | |
[He did not speak] | |
[He didn't have the sand to propose, did he, Bessie? : Yes, but she rejected him. She said that while he had the sand to propose, he didn't have the rocks to marry] | |
[He followed with his eyes the manoeuvre] | |
He had milked the cow and was washing down the old buggy | |
[He is here! suddenly cried Dolly, and started to her feet] | |
[He looked across at her brightly] | |
[He pushed on beyond her, calling as he went] | |
[He read and reread the letter] | |
[He struggled to free himself] | |
[Henry Salt sang as he carried the 'other baby'] | |
[Her idea of scornful elegance] | |
He's coming | |
[His invitation was haughtily refused] | |
[Huldah] | |
[The humbug!--and called himself my best friend at college] | |
[I'll go anywhere you say, said the boy] | |
The illustrations of W.T. Smedley (1858-1920) : the exhibition, Brandywine River Museum, September 12 through November 22, 1981, Kennedy Galleries, Inc., New York, December 8 through January 15, 1982 | |
[I'm mighty glad you've spoke] | |
[I'm sorry a son of mine, she said with dignity, had to be told how to act with his mother] | |
[The impassioned heroine flashed her black eyes with fire of scorn, and warriors quailed with look forlorn] | |
[It puzzles me, said Diana] | |
[It said the organization was enlisting recruits from society] | |
[I've had my suspicions that she's been frank with you] | |
[A Jersey farmer and his wife] | |
Jonathan and David | |
Julia Bride | |
[June with a gray sky and a cold rain, she said] | |
[I just wanted to look out of a front window] | |
[Kitty's first tee] | |
[I knew he would do it] | |
[I knew it, she said] | |
[I knew you would see me] | |
The Ladies reception room, Statuary Hall in the nation's capitol | |
The landlord at Lion's head; a novel | |
[Late afternoon, Connecticut Avenue, Washington] | |
[Later they met the lovers in the street] | |
Laws ter gracious, Miss Julie | |
The Lenten season | |
Life and character drawings, 1899. | |
[Like lord and lady in state, gazing idly across their vast fief of green lawns] | |
[Little Mat Hitchcock] | |
[Long Island was a low yellow line on the left] | |
[Man carrying hat] | |
[Man standing at left, smoking, and woman seated on the right] | |
Marse Chan : a tale of old Virginia | |
Mary Jane as a Sunday school scholar | |
May I try it on? | |
[Men looking at ticker tape in broker's office] | |
[Men on hill overlooking village] | |
[Moonlight interview : her white arm round a moonlit tree, glistened with jewelled brilliancy] | |
[Mr. Allen of Mississippi has the floor : a sketch in the House of Representatives] | |
Mr. Shaw passed noiselessly into the conjugal chamber | |
[I must have something to take care of, he said] | |
[No, not if the old gal cleans out my bar] | |
Not in society | |
[Of course tears followed] | |
[On the beach at Narragansett Pier] | |
[On the side lines] | |
Out for a fight : in search of the Spanish fleet, Rear Admiral Sampson on the bridge of the "New York" | |
People who thronged the floor were well-nigh as various as the paintings | |
[Perhaps you had better study a little, she suggested] | |
[The poor girl sank down lifeless on the floor] | |
[A prophet was among them] | |
[Run, James, if you love me] | |
[A Salvation Army wedding at the barracks on Fourteenth Street] | |
I sank beside the easel utterly overcome | |
[The senior Deacon] | |
[The sharp crack of the two revolvers rang out as one sound] | |
She did not care to talk | |
[She paused and talked, with many coquettish little graces] | |
She saw the door open on Miss Emerson's figure | |
[Shopping for the baby] | |
[I should like to make my own living] | |
[The sobs she had been restraining with an effort overwhelmed her | |
[Sure it's no bad joke on ye, sor] | |
[Sure ye fainted, Ma'am, said Irish Annie] | |
[Take your roughening with you, said the Captain | |
That certainly looks like a fog, Captain Jones | |
[That night I sat on the dunes with Kitty and watched the moon rise] | |
Then it was all a trick from the beginning | |
They were unused to being on the streets alone at night | |
[A tournament at the Chevy Chase Club] | |
[The trio to the rendezvous] | |
[United States Capitol from the Library of Congress] | |
[Waiting for an opportunity to disturb the peace] | |
[What shall I tell Alan?] | |
Why Annie, he exclaimed | |
William followed her into the parlor with a wary eye upon his feet, lest they trample her flowing draperies | |
[William Merritt Chase, full-length portrait, standing, facing front] | |
[Woman holding up wedding dress in front of maid and ladies] | |
[I wonder how you found the way] | |
[The worshipper beside her moved when she did] | |
I wouldn't go out again if the bars were down, she said | |
[You can't go and drink these waters hit or miss] |