The Remarkable Penance of Catello Laneri Who in Desperate Poverty Went Wrong, Was Sent to the Atlanta Penitentiary and Is Now Executing - Marvellous Designs in the Prison Chapel By Ward Greene MERICA is no place for artists. Catello A Laneri says sp and Catello Laneri ought to know, for he is an artist to the tips of hix fingers+those slender; nervous fingers that won for him one year the plaudits of a nation and sent him a few years later to the penitentiary. "In Italy the artist works for art, but in A A © rms a -------- Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, as Exe- cuted by the Prisoner Laneri. vict, instead of the artist who tolled because he loved the toiling. \ Catello Laneri's people were humble trades. folk of Naples. His father was a stern man who took no stock in pictures, music or "such truck" For a son he had his direct opposite--a dreamer. As a lad, young Catello liked nothing so much as to model with his fingers, even though the mud statues ha designed were kicked over by his companions, vengefal little street gaming of Naples who ran away laughing as he screamed with rage beside his shattered creations. "My father," he says today, "wanted me to be a shop keeper, but I wanted to be a priest. When he would not let me be a priest, 1 said, 'Well, I shall be an artist" and I kept on draw ing and modeling. My father was in despair, Painting the Fassion" in a es -------- + con Ad THE DAILY BRITISH WHIC for he said, 'Catello, you may be a rich shop- America it is money, money, money all the time," keeper, but you ean never be anything but a poor - in canvas size again and again until he was sick to death with the subject. And still there was not money en "Always it was money," he sighed. #1 more mone Blue, burnt sienna, rose pink and those four only, says Laneri, because would fade, he adorned the windows ed. I got the lust for mo , for fin food, autom Jewelry, averythi . buys, and though 1 made money, an Laner one day ere came to on: ¢ fellow-counteymen whe ntw ie ai that period in his te EF 8 Interior of the Catholic Chapel at Atlahta Prison, Decorhted by Laneri. : says Catello Laneri, "I know, for T have worked artist' He may have been right, but 1 was de- for both. Some day I shall be free and then I termined. I would refuse to last >> shall work again. Rat not for meney. I shall he gave in and seiit me to scl work again--in Italy---for art." / Lanerl It may be that Catello Laneri is prejudiced for he sits in judgment on America from behind iron bars. Four hours a day, though his body is bound by prison walls, Catello Laneri's mind is at Jiojety. the prison world forgotten as with bpsy b he stains the windows of the prison chapel with beautiful religious pictures, But for 24 bours of day and night--day after day, night after night--Catello Laneri sits in a little, box-like cell or eats with a thousand other convicts in a great, bare hall, or with them strolls Lina in the sunshine, look. : Lanort is held fast by a high white eal pollo * far off fields across which he yearns to run and : run and run until he falls in utter, glorious ex- paustion. Is it any wonder that Catello Laneri is preju- diced? The Life of a Dreamer i's life, which are cycles; Below, the Window 'B Depicting E pe of ; Seven 'years in the Atlanta pi itentiary," sald the judge. f a Lanerl bowed his head, wept/and went to jail. to four