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0007-SWP-000102820 Sh e r w m-Wiu ia ms SEMI-LUSTRE ua'ihahU' finish Cream Gray Ivory Cream Gray Orange Ivory While Cream Taupe Caen Stone Warm Beige Orchid Sh e r w ih Wil l ia ms flNAMHOll) rnanul Chinese Red Carmine Canary Yellow Orchid Blossom Pink Old Ivory Blue V Li glit Pink SHCRWM WlLllAMS FLAT TONL` WALL I'AINT Cream Canary Yellow Bright Sage Light Green Buff Killarney Green Lettuce Green Milan Green Pale Jade Light Blue Also White, Ivory Tan, Silver Gray, Laurel Green and Cinnamon Brown. Pastel Blue Orchid Also White, Black, Jade, Platinum and Medium Brown, Above are only a few of the many colors available -- ask for complete color cards. U} 1 i } i **tj 0007-SWP-000102821 \ i IIa LF of the lives of most of us are spent at home. And HOME is what "the woman" makes the house we live in be. Good architecture, good taste in decoration, may be reduced to this: A good house is a house where people can be happy. What a lot of stuff and nonsense is being talked and written about taste! One year the fashion experts would have us all be "early Americans." Sit primly in uncomfortable, straight backed chairs, eat nonchalantly with our legs all tangled in a forest of gate-legs; and go leaping around the house--like Eliza crossing the ice--from hraided mat to mat No sooner had we mastered that technique, than they switched us to Vic torian : with that, a lot of us were "not amused." Why, there was even a time--but that was long ago--when they were all for having us go "Mis sion" ! (It was about then, I believe, that the Pow erful Katrinka became a national heroine.) May be the funniest campaign was the drive to make, us scrap our wooden furniture for chromium plated pipe and glass. What! (I speak now for myself) throw out our home-made, great plank dining tabic that for fifteen years has stood tip CaPYUKfct 183*--TUC tUtUVIH WHOM4S CC---MttMTC* II 1 0007-SWP-000102822 under family feasts, and games, and pounding fists in argument? Banish our handy little white oak, woven - swamp - ash - bot tomed chairs that twenty years of sun and rain and furnace heat and tilting smokers haven't sprung? Not on your life! It's something--maybe--to be smart and modern; but happiness conies first. And of happiness the prescription lies all but hidden in that old cliche: "I don't know anything about art but I know what I like." In art (what kind of house we live in, how that house is fur nished, decorated, what pic tures we will hang upon o u t walls, what books are on our shelves, what music we will hear), in life (what we will do, how live, what friends we'll have), in art and life let's find out what we like; and by all power inherent in us, get it. And having gotten it, take care of it. Get it--take care of it. If I were wise in human relations I would tell--for I want this little hook to be of use--how to make mar riage last and friendship grow; how be the perfect host. If I knew more about art and music and literature than mere ly what I liked, I might be fool ish enough to say what others should like. But about life in general I may venture this -- this from my heart: First, own a house. Then make that house be HOME. The making of a home (inci dentally the most difficult and most important business of life), having, in practice and wisely, been allotted to women, a man may hardly venture to say more than what he fancies; and, when he gets it, pay for it. It is in such a reticent spirit that I have made the water col ors and assembled the photo graphs that fill this book. They are not meant to be examples of what in any absolute sense is best in architecture and decora tion. Some of them are of houses that Pd like to live in; some, that I'd like to visit; all are houses that I'd like to see. They suit, in varying degree, my fair ly average taste. That average taste in houses may be summed up as follows: Houses that are unpretentious; that fit their re gional environment and site; houses that are well groomed-- for in houses too, cleanliness, outside and in, is next to godli ness; order within--hut not such order as invites constraint; in tegrity in everything so that, for good or bad, the house will mirror those who live in it; comfort and convenience in furnishings; and such harmony and taste in the decorative scheme as, like quiet music., wfll bring peace to the spirit Being a painter by profession and one who in his work em ploys color for effect, I have shown a few color schemes that might in their right place, be good to live with. But every room presents its own problem. Elements of the problem are the room's exposure -- North, East South or West -- its size, its use, and, first and last, what you who live there like. So in timately personal is everything that has to do with the home, that even the most experienced of home decorators should do no more than help those less experienced to find themselves. Toward that end, the houses shown in this book may help a little, the color charts will help a lot, while the painting instruc tions printed on the last page of the book may he accepted, kept, and followed as the gdspel of good practice in painting. There is an old Dutch proverb: "Good Paint costs nothing." This is no more true in Holland, where outride woodwork must be painted against North Sea fog, than in America where, looks aside, we must protect our houses against the endless dev astating cycle of the seasons' elements. "Good Paint costs nothing"? Let the Dutch say that. Here in America we say: "Paint pays." 9 r A l i I ! I > 0007-SWP-000102823 AS YOU MAKE YOUR. BED so--the proverb runs--must you lie in it. And that 1 did--and how!--and what a sort of noble man I hold myself in conse quence to be, let the following most intimate confession show. Many years ago I met, here in America, a splendid fellow, a German, who said to me: "When you go to my country, come and visit me", in due time I did go abroad, and, with just a wired warning, travelled to Bremen, the city of my friend, and was driven to a house that by its situation, size, and splen dour proclaimed itself to be ex actlywhatin fact it was: a palace. There were: amarblefoyer with a marble Boor, marble columns and a monumental marble stair way ; there were marble statues everywhere. It was magnificent. "Gee!", I thought, "I wouldn't spend my life here for the world! " And no one asked me to. After conducting me through one luxurious suite after an other, my hostess led me to the last and most magnificent of all. "Here," she said, as I stared popeyed at its regal splendour, "here is where the King of Bul garia sleeps when he visits us". "MayI sleep in the King's bed ?" I blurted out. "Why, of course", she said sweetly, "if you'd like to". "Bnt in which of the two beds did he sleep?" "I don't know", sbe answered, "but you may sleep in one bed one night and in the other bed the next". be the man who has slept in the bod of the King of Bulgaria! 1 have slept in the bed of the King of Bulgaria and I have slept in warm reindeer skins on the hard ice of the frozen arc tic sea. Tents, caves, shacks, lean-to's, bams, abandoned ten ements; old wrecks of houses, brand new houses, little houses, big ones, clear up the scale to palaces --and down again. Where it has been my right to fix such dwelling places up--if only for a transient stay--to fix them, make them be like home, I have. That's been a passion of my life. And if I were to de clare which home of those I've had I've loved the most. I'd say: the one that's still unfinished. Who of us, looking back to childhood, doesn't recall the houses that we built of chairs and tables hung about with shawls? How wonderful it wag 0007-SWP-000102824 Through that intention, always, will the house we've built our selves be HOME. 1 Enamelold Chines* Red and Bfw to crawl into them, close the door, and sit there all cramped up, breathing their fetid air in glamorous twilight! Our par ent's home was for a time in life, to us, a vast, impersonal world. We built to shut it out, as later in a larger world we were to build those refuges from the impersonal and vast which we call HOME. "The child is father of the man". And though our memories of early childhood fail us, we may believe that much of what we adults are derives from them. I had precious little money when, grown up and through with school and all of that, 1 decided lo have a house of my own. But land was cheap in those days down in Maine. I bought a hillside lot. "It starts here at this alder bush", said the man who sold it to me, "and runs sort of down hill to about that old tree". I drove nty stakes. 1 drew my plan. Houses of shawl8, houses of old boards and sacks and flattened out tin cans, tree houses, back yard houses, houses hollowed Enamefold Svnny Yellow and Blue out of leafy thickets, igloos of Living room (a house begins anow: each house we children I with that)--and Living Rooms built, because we'd bnilt it as to me meant kitchen, dining we children wanted it to be, was room and studio--Living Room for a time--an hour or a day, a 12' x 16'; Bed Room, 6' x 8'; week, a year--more HOME to Vestibule (for winters on a us than any spot on earth. Maine island are cold), 4' x 6'; S.W.P. Silver Graf and White and a wood shed. I drew my plan; I bought my lumber. And I hired a man to build it. "You'll start Monday?" I asked--for I'm always in a hurry for things. "You bet", he said. But he ! didn't start Monday. Nor the i next Monday. Nor the next, nor ever. So that at last I got so fed fsomeioid CoIS and Blve up with his delays that I said to thunder with him, and built the house myself. Thus I be came a carpenter. When winter came the house was all finished except the foun dation (I'd propped it up on locust posts), the shingles on the outside walls, the lath and plaster on the inside, and the ceilings. In short, it was ready to live in. I did live in it; and since then I have come to know the arctic and describe its win ters as extremely mild. Yes, it was cold. Yet the 2' x 3' cook stove did yield a gentle warmth to a restricted area: the lamp light at night looked warm; and my red calico curtains trans muted cold daylight into a glow as grateful to me as had been the little old red shawl house of my earliest memory. It was but an incident, though at the time a trying one, that next spring up marched the formidable widow Albee and showed me that my house stood (Continued On Page 21) fsonwlokf flam Had and While * r 0007-SWP-000102825 0007-SWP-000102826 Atiovfi--Walls: S-W Flat Tone Canary Yellow. Ceiling: S-W Flat tone Cream Gray. Woodwork: S-W Woodcraft Stain.--Color Photo Courtesy The American Home. Below: Walls: SW FlatTone Laurel Green. Ceiling: S-W Flat Tone Ivory. Trim: S-W Enameloid Old Ivory. Baseboard: S-W Enameloid Milan Green--Color Photo Courtesy 0007-SWP-000102827 0007-SWP-000102828 0007-SWP-000102829 0007-SWP-000102830 0007-SWP-000102831 0007-SWP-000102832 S' in i' ! 0007-SWP-000102833 t-a &. 0007-SWP-000102834 Above--Walls: S-W Interior Gloss Light Delphinium Blue. Celling: S-W Interior Gloss Ivory. Shelving: S-W Enameloid Canary Yellow trimmed with Carmine. Floor: S*W Floor Enamel Blue (mixture). Below Left--Walls and Cabinets: S-W Semi-Lustre Silver Gray and White (equal parts). Celling: S-W Semi-Lustre Canary Yellow. Trim: S-W Enameloid Blue. Doiow Right--Walls and Ceiling: S-W Semi-Lustre White. Cabinets: S-W Enameloid Did Rose {mixture:. f 0007-SWP-000102835 0007-SWP-000102836 c> Above Left--Walls: S-W Semi-Lustre Cream Ora/. Alcoves: S-W Enameloid Robins Egg 'mixture.). Ceiling: S-W Semi-Lustre White. Baseboard: S-W Enameloid White. Above Right--Walls: S-W Interior Gloss Jonquil Yellow. Ceiling: S-W Semi-Lustre Cream Gray. Alcove: S-W Semi* Lustre Coral (mix'- let down with White in gradii- ated bands. Trim: S-W Er.ameloid Pastel Blue. Floor: S-W Floor Enamel Grey Stone. Below Left--Ceiling: S-W Semi-Lustre Silve' Gray. Walls: S-W Semi-Lustre Canary Yellow, floor: S-W Floor Enamel Gray Stone. Below Right--Walls:'S-W Flat Tone Terra Cotta. Floor, Steps and Baseboard: S-W Floor Enamel Mahogany. I ' 1 0007-SWP-000102837 ,h!t. IWiJl * r*r " >* MUr ' 0007-SWP-000102838 0007-SWP-000102840 0007-SWP-000102841 Bnomeioid Hu b, laftucB and Yellow (Continued From Page 4) inches on her land. "Come, move it off", she said. I parted with some cash. And to this day, there, mellowed by time yet hardly changed, and all hut hid den by the native alders, stands the little house. One cannot see it and not love it. and left them so; and to regain the light that the Hack ceilings robbed us of we made the side walls white. Bright curtains at the windows, old auction furni ture made new with paint, books on the table, china on the shelves, and flowers every where: Kent Family, move in! And in getting up that night to chase the last porcupine from under our bed we were within In a forgotten corner of New Hampshire where the wilder ness has mostly reclaimed what long ago were cultivated fields and cleared pastures, where lilacs in the forest mark the sites of homes, we found a ruined house. The sash were gone from its windows; the long unpainted clapboards were riv 5. W.P. Vartfot Green our rights: We'd made that rodents' den a HOME. en, warped, and rotting from : Brigus in New Foundland lies neglect; the porch had col on a harbour of Conception lapsed ; and the floors were lit Bay. Like all those coastal tered with the refuse of fallen towns its glory as a thriving port ceilings. "It's yours to use", its . of fishermen had passed. Un- city owner said, "and what you j tesnanted and blind, its mansion need to fix it up I'll pay for". house faced on an empty har bour and abandoned wharves. We shingled the roofs; we nailed the clapboards back and But for the size and dignity of painted them; we repaired the that old house I might have porch and patched the doors; | taken it, as one might eagerly we stripped the ceilings to their j asBtune high rank unmindful of blackened hand-hewn beams-- 1 rank's duties. I didn't--and was Van and rail Cnamoloid Blaa wise. The old house farther out from town around the bay, being in no degree a mansion, was more inviting to the style of living which I thought our Fifty Dollars a month might comfortably yield the five of us--a style to which, to tell the truth, we were accustomed. The house, they said, had not been lived in for fully twenty years; and, through what weather and bad boys had done, I didn't question it. But it had style. Long, low and narrow it dung to the hillside like an outcrop ping of the native ledge, or, like a frightened thing, shrank from the perilous edge of the scant terrace upon which it stood until its rear was buried in the hill. Let wind, rain, hail and avalanche of snow beat on this house! They've beaten hard throughout the years; they've torn and shaken it, and seamed its sides. It stands. The house belongs there; it has style. I scraped and smoothed its weatherbeaten hoards, filled them and painted them- Old lilac bushes stood around the house; their background was the hay; lilac and blue, and a green hillside bright with dan delions; and the house -- pure white! The doors I painted Bad oom tit Bkn 21 tr. I 0007-SWP-000102842 peacock green--all except one which, for the fun of it, 1 painted pink. So far, so good. And then one day I discovered an old ship's figure-head in somebody's back-yard. It was a girl, of course--they mostly are --but quite forlorn, impover ished and unkempt. I couldn't buy her, so I borrowed her. 1 washed and scraped and sanded her; I painted her skin an ivory white, put roses in her cheeks, made hair and eyebrows black, pencilled her eyes; I hung gold pendants from her ears and a necklace around her throat; 1 clothed her in splendour. And so that all people should love to come to our house, I put her up over the front door from where she looked out day and night over that sea which had once been her world. Yet my bediz ening was her undoing. Years later, going upon some errand into a fashionable antique shop in New York, I saw her once again. She wore the gown, roses, jewels I had given her. She was for sale, and I was poor. She cut me dead. In "Wilderness" (Do read it! adv.) is told how I went to Alaska with my little son; how we sought a homestead of some sort, and on an island where stood an abandoned goat cabin found it. How we cleaned the cabin, laid a floor, and stuffed the walls--the spaces between logs--with moss. How we made our furniture--and what we made. How, throughout that fall and winter there, we worked to make that place more--al ways more--be home. And what a home we made! Cod deco rated it--with snow and ice. From the wide eaves he let the Wifi* for isOf Spanish 0ho for fhm too water drip and freeze till icicles that touched the drifts cur tained the bare windows. High on a spur of Mt. Equinox, in Vermont, lay a farm that, in allusion to the Biblical land of plenty, had in old days been called Egypt. Egypt we bought. We got: a cave that is one of the wonders of the Northeast, a spring that was like ice in sum mer and in winter never froze, and a view that lent the weary soul new wings. And we got a house--or what had passed for one. Its cellar walls were heaps of stones, the sills were dust, its ridge hung like a hammock hitched to stars. No more for lorn old shack etill habitable ever stood. We lived in it. Let two years pass. On a Bmooth green shaded lawn flecked by the sunlight that'fil ters through over-arching ma ples, stands a house whose type, dotting the hills and valleys of New England, has helped to make that pastoral countryside among the loveliest of the world. It is pure white, this house; its dazzling, sunlit gable deepens the blue sky and en riches the environing green of meadow-land and forest. A simple, honest, unpretentious house, the farm house type, quite unadorned but by--and not without significance -- a Georgian motif around the doorway. Welcome, the open door proclaims. It was clear upon entering that those who lived there had, in fact, little but hospitality to offer. The rooms--those rooms we entered first--were small, the ceilingB low; the furniture was in general either obviously home-made or of that nonde script variety that poor rela tions with small choice fall heir to. Comfortable enough, we ad- milted, and no doubt service able; but of such assorted peri ods, or no period at all, as to make it clear that style and fashion had to no degree been followed. Old stuff: but still, what scrubbing brush and mop, bright paint, dull varnish, lov ing care could do, the people there had done. And it came over 11s that somehow about that house, in those soft colored, painted rooms warmly lighted by the daylight streaming through bright curtains, was an atmosphere of peace that was sweet to breathe. "Style? Peri od?" said one of us later; "Doesn't the honest taste of the John Smiths expressed in all they own achieve a homogenity that is as much entitled to be called a style as what a lot of craftsmen happen to have done under some king? John Smith or Louis Quinze: I choose John Smith". "And now", said John Smith presently, "let me show you what J did in this house". And he led us down one step into a large room, clearly a new ex tension of the older house. Enamclord Elam* Had 'ill'!. ' An S.W.f. Spaalift Orange Door There was a fireplace in the cen ter of a long wall, and windows were on three sides. "No, I didn't do that", said Smith as we stared out southwards at the view. We turned, he pointed up. "That ceiling; I cut the oaks for the timbers right here on the place, hewed them myself with a broad ax. That second big timber there: It was in August and hot. I was stripped naked to my drawers. When the tree fell I saw there was a wasp's nest up in the top branches, for they'd all come out and were flying around. I went off for a way and waited for them to settle down again. Sure enough, they did. So, thinking it would be safe to lop the lower limbs I took a last look at the nest, and seeing that all was quiet raised my ax and struck. The wasps, thick as a cloud, swarmed out It didn't take them long to locale me--nor me to start, I raced through tangled under brush, I tacked, I veered, I leapt over fallen trees, I picked the densest thickets and plunged into them and through and ou again. Yes, I got home. It was a dead heat between the leading wasps and me. But they weren't as tired as I was; they had picked up a ride". Yes, John Smith loved his home. It must be grand to live among such memories! Glenlougb, Meenacroas, P. O., GlencolumciHe, County Done gal, Ireland: That's a long ad dress for one little three room peasant house all but lost in the vast environment of moorland. "It is the last place along the coast", they told us. So on foot, over the thousand foot head lands, through bog and riven turf, we went; and standing at last on the rim of the wide valley of Glenlough sought with our eyes--and found--the little speck of white that was the soli tary cottage. Long before we had completed our arduous descent Dan Ward and Mary saw us; and as we made our tvay across the meadow flat they came out-doors and stood to welcome us, two strangers. %| ft] 23 0007-SWP-000102844  .. * e> ' v ** r* ^1 fncrjnWokf B/u# "Surely, you couldn't live in that!" said Dan as we peered into the dark one room rain of a neighboring stone cottage that served him as a barn for his one cow. It was with almost shame I said we could. So after arrang ing to have the place cleaned out, to have a cement floor laid, the walls plastered, a window sash put in, a sort of fireplace contrived, and the roof retliatched, we left for Duhlin. It was of course pouring rain when, ten days later, we re turned. The house was ready for us and the lumber that we had ordered for furniture was piled inside. 1 went to work. Before bedtime I had made a bedstead and a table. Next day I made a cupboard. Then I built a half round table into the deep reveal of the little window. Then some stools, and an easy chair. That was enough: the 10 x 12 ft. house was full. While I painted the countryside and foamv/oW Apricot the sea, my wife painted the room. She made the walls pure white--for it waB dark in there; and the furniture she painted with bright colors. And when she had made the curtains for the window and the cupboard, and a coverlet for the bed, the room was so altogether charm ing that in time it became in a mild way a place of pilgrimage for the people of the country side. "We've come to see the little house" they'd say. And the "Ahs!" and "Ohs!" and the "Isn't it lovely!" that we heard filled our hearts with pride. There we lived happily for five months, and might, but for one good reason or another, have been living to this day. One day at tea time in our cot tage, Dan Ward took his pipe from his mouth and asked: "Did you ever hear tell of a man called by the name of Prince Char-les?". "Yes", said we. "Well", continued Dan, "'tig Ftat`tone Corat Rota--Enamafaid Whrto said he lived right here in this very house for twelve month and a day. And then a big French ship came for him and he went away in it." * * * Oh Prince Charlie, poor hunted wanderer that wanted to be king! Take it from one who has slept in the bed of the King of Bulgaria: You'd have been wise had you made this hiding place your last; had you here in this quiet Glen taken a lovely Irish girl to be your wife; had you built yourselves a bedstead, a cupboard, an easy chair and stools, and a round table in the little window that looks out over the sea; had you bought her pretty calico for curtains, and bright china far her shelves; and for the walls, the floor, the furniture, for beauty in the home and peace to your good souls bought Sherwin-Wil liams paint -- then, Charlie, would you have lived a better life, and--like this story--come to a good end.--Rockwell Kent Whitm nf m rod onrf yoltow 24 0007-SWP-000102845 A PAINT PRIMER ! Painting is fun--every can of j Flat finishes are best suited to paint you use adds to the joy j the larger wall areas, of living in your house. ] Do not use a fiat coat directly ROCKWELL KENT For the big jobs be sure lo ronsull a reliable painting contractor -- it pays. For the little jobs you do, he sure to look at the instructions over a glossy finish. Gloss, especially high gloss, fin ishes are usually best for floors, woodwork, furniture. Rockwell Kent was born at the quiet Hudson river village of Pocantico Hills, New York, fifty six years ago. Since his school on the label on the can. You'll save money by thinning the paint according to the sug gestions on the can. Semi-Lustre finishes, halfway between flat and gloss, are equally effective on walls and woodwork. They are ideal for kitchens and bathrooms. days--he studied art and archi tecture at Columbia University --his has been one of the fullest and most adventuresome of American lives. His paintings hang in the leading museums of the world. His wood cuts and lithographs are proud posses sions of rich and poor alike. His books are classics. He is an architect, an artist, an author and, probably most proudly, a carpenter. He is a Stir the paint thoroughly. Now you don't have to delay painting that you know should Before you apply the paint see be done. Because Sherwin* that the surface is clean and ! Williams offers you a Budget dry. 1 Payment Plan that makes it possible for you to paint right A great deal of the beauty of now and pay for the whole your paint job depends on the brush you use. We will help you select the right one. thing, labor included, in either 12 or 18 easy monthly payments. You pay nothing down, the first payment is not due Two light coats of paint are al ways better than one heavy coat. until 30 days after the joh is completed. We will gladly ex plain and handle the simple details for you. If the surface has never been famed traveller and an author painted before, ask us for the ity on Cape Horn, Greenland, proper undercoat to use. and Alaska. He is truly that rarity, an "all around man." Up at Ausable Forks, New York, he lives in a simple white house. If you're going to put on more than one coat, let each coat dry before you start with the next. It seems to be just the house all of the experiences he so de lightfully describes in "As You Make Your Bed" would lead Avoid using strong colors such as bright reds, orange, bright greens, on large surfaces. him to huild. Of all his work, Keep in mind that color affects this house (Page 20) is the best. lighting. Light colors reflect That is as it should he. more light than darker colors. k 0007-SWP-000102847 0007-SWP-000102848 0007-SWP-0001C