How Will I Be Remembered? As A

Some People Have Been Kind Enough To Call Me A Fine Artist. I've Always Called Myself An Illustrator. I'm Not Sure What The Difference Is. All I Know Is That Whatever Type Of Work I Do, I Try To Give It My Very Best. Art Has Been My Life.

I Work From Fatigue To Fatigue At My Age There's Only So Much Daylight Left.

I Learned To Draw Everything Except Glamorous Women. No Matter How Much I Tried To Make Them Look Sexy, They Always Ended Up Looking Silly... Or Like Somebody's Mother.

If The Public Dislikes One Of My Post Covers, I Can't Help Disliking It Myself.

I Used To Sit In The Studio With A Copy Of The (saturday Evening) Post Laid Across My Knees ... And Then I'd Conjure Up A Picture Of Myself As A Famous Illustrator And Gloat Over It, Putting Myself In Various Happy Situations, Surrounded By Admiring Females, Deferred To By Office Flunkies At The Magazines, Wined And Dined By The Editor.