CONTRIBUTIONS OF ARTISTS

FOLLOWING PAGE
LÉON BAKST
[Portrait of Jean Cocteau. From an unpublished crayon sketch ][8]
[Ménade. From a water-colour sketch][126]
MAX BEERBOHM
[A Gracious Act. (Caricature.) From a water-colour sketch][104]
JACQUES-ÉMILE BLANCHE
[Portrait of Thomas Hardy. From a photograph of the painting][16]
[Portrait of George Moore. From a photograph of the painting][138]
[Portrait of Igor Stravinsky. From a study in oils][46]
EDWIN HOWLAND BLASHFIELD
[A Woman’s Head. From the original drawing][142]
LÉON BONNAT
[Pegasus. From a pencil and pen-and-ink sketch][70]
P. A. J. DAGNAN-BOUVERET
[Brittany Woman. From a drawing in coloured crayons][42]
WALTER GAY
[Interior. From an original water-colour sketch][32]
J. L. GÉRÔME
[Turkish Soldier. From the original pencil drawing made in 1857][108]
CHARLES DANA GIBSON
[“The Girl he left behind Him.” From a pen-and-ink sketch][26]
ÉMILE-RENÉ MÉNARD
[Nude Figure. From a sketch in coloured crayon][150]
CLAUDE MONET
[Landscape. From an early coloured pastel][22]
[Boats on a Beach. From an early crayon drawing][100]
PIERRE-AUGUSTE RÉNOIR
[Portrait of his Son, wounded in the War. From a charcoal sketch][64]
AUGUSTE RODIN
[Two Women. From an original water-colour sketch][98]
THÉO VAN RYSSELBERGHE
[Portrait of André Gide. From a pencil drawing][4]
[Portrait of Émile Verhaeren. From a pencil drawing][36]
[Portrait of Vincent d’Indy. From a photograph of the painting][57]
JOHN SINGER SARGENT, R.A.
[Portrait of Henry James. From a photograph of the painting][114]
[Two Heads. From a pencil drawing][132]

PREFACE

I
THE HOSTELS

Last year, among the waifs swept to Paris by the great torrent of the flight from the North, there came to the American Hostels a little acrobat from a strolling circus. He was not much more than a boy, and he had never before been separated from his family or from his circus. All his people were mummers or contortionists, and he himself was a mere mote of the lime-light, knowing life only in terms of the tent and the platform, the big drum, the dancing dogs, the tight-rope and the spangles.

In the sad preoccupied Paris of last winter it was not easy to find a corner for this little figure. But the lad could not be left in the streets, and after a while he was placed as page in a big hotel. He was given good pay, and put into a good livery, and told to be a good boy. He tried ... he really tried ... but the life was too lonely. Nobody knew anything about the only things he knew, or was particularly interested in the programme of the last performance the company had given at Liège or Maubeuge. The little acrobat could not understand. He told his friends at the Hostels how lonely and puzzled he was, and they tried to help him. But he couldn’t sleep at night, because he was used to being up till nearly daylight; and one night he went up to the attic of the hotel, broke open several trunks full of valuables stored there by rich lodgers, and made off with some of the contents. He was caught, of course, and the things he had stolen were produced in court. They were the spangled dresses belonging to a Turkish family, and the embroidered coats of a lady’s lap-dog....

I have told this poor little story to illustrate a fact which, as time passes, is beginning to be lost sight of: the fact that we workers among the refugees are trying, first and foremost, to help a homesick people. We are not preparing for their new life an army of voluntary colonists; we are seeking to console for the ruin of their old life a throng of bewildered fugitives. It is our business not only to feed and clothe and keep alive these people, but to reassure and guide them. And that has been, for the last year, the task of the American Hostels for Refugees.

The work was started in November, 1914, and since that time we have assisted some 9,300 refugees, given more than 235,000 meals, and distributed 48,333 garments.

But this is only the elementary part of our work. We have done many more difficult things. Our employment agency has found work for over 3,500 men. Our work-rooms occupy about 120 women, and while they sew, their babies are kept busy and happy in a cheerful day-nursery, and the older children are taught in a separate class.