The Boy with the Fish.  Bela Pratt
      They are singing for joy — the fish seeming to be most comfortably at
      home.  Even the little turtle is happy.  The little toes must not be
      overlooked.

Returning from the Hunt.  John J. Boyle
      The Indian is advancing under the weight of a huge bear across his
      shoulders, and the huge skin of a companion bear being dragged at has
      side.

L’Amour (Love).  Evelyn Beatrice Longman
      A group of tender, loving trustfulness.  In the background are seen angel
      heads, denoting the spiritual side of love.  The serpent below suggests
      the great wisdom born of love.  It overcomes all death (the skull).  The
      oak leaves symbolize eternal love.

Garden Figure.  Edith Woodman Burroughs
      Is this little Adam with the apple, or only a little boy with a ball?

Youth.  Victor H. Salvatore
      A little maid in sweet simplicity — against the shrubbery.

Soldier of Marathon.  Paul Noquet
      Recalling one of the Niobids of the Uffizi Gallery, Florence.  The last
      dying agony of a Greek soldier.  His shield stands at the left.

Primitive Man.  Olga Popoff Muller
      He hauls the quarry home.  Would the nose of primitive man be so lacking
      in primitiveness?

The Scalp.  Edward Berge
      The Indian stands exultant!  His hands alone betray what has happened. 
      The rest of the work is most carefully treated to cover the barbarous
      side of the subject.

Apollo Hunting.  Haig Patigian
      “I shot an arrow into the air.”  This muscular figure recalls the work on
      Machinery Palace done by the same sculptor.

A Faun’s Toilet.  Attilio Piccirilli
      An awkward, somewhat bashful, wholly boyish faun — his costume an ivy
      crown.

Duck Baby.  Edith Barretto Parsons
      A gleeful little soul with chubby toes — more gleeful than the quacking
      ducks she squeezes.

A Maiden of the Roman Campagna.  Albin Polasek
      Like an antique bronze from Pompeii.  The anemones in her braided hair
      are surely some of those that grow so plentifully on the great Campagna
      beyond Rome.

Head of Lincoln.  Adolph Alexander Weinman
      He might have looked like this at the time of his Gettysburg speech.

Daughter of Pan.  R. Hinton Perry
      A girlish satyr most intent upon the echoes that she makes when blowing
      through her double pipes.

Mother of the Dead.  C. S. Pietro
      The old mother though grief-stricken, accepts the inevitable, while her
      motherless grandson, not understanding, feels that something is wrong.

Destiny.  C. Percival Deitsch
      Does Destiny decree that man shall lead, while woman meekly follows, as
      she did in ancient Egyptian days?