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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XL, Issue 2, 11 January 1908, Page 50

Elihu Vedder, the painter, lives in Rome, where he has a beautiful apartment, and in Capri, where his white villa looks down on the sea. “ Elihu Vedder,” said a New York illustrator the other day, “ is as bohemian as ever. Fame has not spoiled him. I visited him last year, and his bohemian ways were delightful. . . “ You know they tell a story of a visit that he once paid to Alma Tadema in London, in that glittering house which (Mrs. A. T.’s money, made in grateful, comforting cocoa, bought. “The morning after his arrival, very early', before even the servants were up, Vedder began a thunderous knocking on his host’s, sandal wood door. “ Alma Tadema turned in his gold bed, threw liack the lace coverlet, sat up. 1 “ * Who’s there? What is it? ’he cried, in a startled voice. “‘I say, Tadema,' shouted Vedder, 'where do you keep your scissors that you trim your cuffs with ? ’ ” Tltf weariness of age may lie overcome with Stearv-i’ Wine, the best tonic for old people, for it whets the appetite and aids digestion, thus aiding tile body where most needed.