Joseph Pennell: If At First...

"Rainy Night, Charing Cross Shops"
by Joseph Pennell

"Joseph Pennell's goal was admission into the Pennsylvania Academy School. Tuition there was free, and it was probably as good as any other in the country. For the country, having no art, naturally had no art schools of the least pretension. Students went abroad for their training. William Morris Hunt and John La Farge studied in Paris. In the spring of the Centennial year, a landmark in the history of American art, William Merritt Chase, Frank Duveneck, John Twachtman, McLure Hamilton, and Henry Muhrman, back from Munich and Antwerp schools, exhibited in the Pennsylvania Academy: the first group of American artists, though foreign-trained, to lay the foundation of whatever we have in the way of American art today.

Pennell submitted his summer's work and after months of waiting was requested to send for it. He was rejected, and again when he tried his luck at the first exhibition in the Academy's new building. He could not live indefinitely on his parents, who, if they said nothing, he knew were ashamed of having to keep a grown-up son. Various schemes were suggested. Nothing offered itself except a clerkship in the Philadelphia and Reading Coal and Iron Company's office and, despairing, he accepted it and settled down to his distasteful duties as clerk.

He was conscientious, and did it to the best of his ability. He gave his employers a fair return for his salary - seven dollars a week to start with - and refused to allow the office to exhaust his energy or stifle his ambition. To the Pennsylvania School of Industrial Art, an outcome of the Centennial, he submitted the pen and chalk drawings, the studies of casts and marines rejected by the Academy. The new school saw something in them. He was entered as a student. And now, he said, his life began. The only classes he could attend were in the evening. From seven in the morning until six in the afternoon, he was at his clerk's desk. At six he rushed home, bolted his supper, and was off to the school in an old tumbled-down building at Broad and Race Streets.  

Pennell never had any use for 'genius work,' as it is known in the studios. He believed in the genius of industry. Like all artists who have succeeded, he worked unceasingly. In the office when business was slack, the foreman, with a curious likeness to Lincoln, would pose for him. He sketched everything in sight, usually on brown paper in black and white. After work he etched on glass. He drew his beautiful old Great-aunt Beulah and the other aunts in their Quaker dress. On vacation with the entire day at his disposal, his work was his recreation."

To be continued

(Excerpts from "The Life and Letters of Joseph Pennell" by Elizabeth Robins Pennell.)