From the Rock Island Argus, October 26, 1912. By Duncan M. Smith. Art may paint a picture, Art may carve a stone, Art may write a poem That is long on tone. Art may put on canvas Earth and sky and sea; Art that cooks a chicken Is the art for me. In the world artistic, Where the artists fare, There are many castles, Mostly in the air. But for building houses You would rather pick On the one artistic Who can lay a brick. Art that’s for the artists Who are sad of eye And have flowing neckties Is in big supply. But of art more homely That can mend a chair For its fat old uncle There is none to spare. Schools of art are turning Out the graduates In alarming number, Light and heavy weights. But for daily plugging We would rather meet With a line of artists Who can mend a street.