This section is from the "Studio Light Incorporating The Aristo Eagle - The Artura Bulletin 1922 " book, by Aristo Motto. Also see Amazon: Studio Light Incorporating The Aristo Eagle - The Artura Bulletin 1922 .
GOT any room in the basement at home?" asked Ed Wray of his father, senior partner of Wray & Son, as they rested in their studio Sunday morning before church.
"There's plenty of space there but your mother'd never allow any law-breaking. Home-brewing is illegal - "
"What on earth are you talking about?" interrupted Ed. "I don't want to set up a brewery. I only asked if you had room in your basement where we could store this furniture."
The senior member of the firm sat up with a start. "Not closing up, are we?" he demanded.
"No indeed, we're just waking up. This reception room is all wrong and it gets wronger every time mother or Bess wants to get rid of a chair or a sofa. It's been a dumping ground for years. Why, there isn't a single thing about it that is artistic or professional looking. We expect people to come to us for portraits, then when they do come we greet them in a room that is about as appropriate for a reception room as a lumber yard would be."
"No use trying to doll up like a city studio in a town this size," argued Ed's father.
"This town is large enough for two studios if one is alive and the other dead. Let's do something with this place. I'd like to see it properly furnished and arranged so it would give our customers confidence in our judgment as artists. We can use some of the things we already have. That old desk of yours and that Windsor rocker are good mahogany pieces. Then we can replace other pieces from time to time. I'll pick up a mahogany table at the August sales and get rid of that pink rosewood affair. Whoever stuck that crosswise of the room, anyway? Then we can get a chair now and then to take the place of the oak ones."
"I hope I live to see it half paid for," observed Mr. Wray skeptically.
"We'll never miss the money, buying one or two pieces at a time," answered Ed.
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"The stuff won't match up if you buy it piecemeal," was the elder's next objection.
"Don't want it to match, except in wood. As long as it's all mahogany any reasonable styles will go well and every chair will look as though it had been chosen for its own individual qualities. The rug is all right - dark gray is good. Next time the walls are done we can make them a lighter gray. The drapes ought to be tan. Then neither sepia nor black and white portraits will be out of harmony. A better collection of framed pictures would help, too. Why, in two years you'd never know this joint."
"Well, you'd better get your plan on paper," suggested the elder Wray, "so you'll have something to work on. Then watch the ads for bargains. Probably if we liven this room up a bit we'll liven up our business enough to pay for the improvements in no time."
And then the church bell rang to celebrate the movement to give the Wray studio a better reception room.