Viney

"Such has been the demand in the east for the true-to-nature productions of Becket & Von Hillern that few, if any, have strayed west of the Alleghanies yet; but if in the near future you see a particularly woodsy, hemlocky, viney bit of painting on exhibition anywhere—one that has a tendency to make you want to rush on to Devil’s lake, Shawno, Lake Gobebic, or some other place as yet unmarred by the hand of man—a scene that carries you back to boyhood when you went bare-footed, stubbed your toes, had stone-bruises, and got walloped for going in swimming so constantly—just look in the lower corner and see if you don’t find the initials “M. J. C. B.” or “B v. H.”"