When in New York one always spends considerable time wandering thru the shops and stores, making small· purchases here and there, but principally feasting unaccustomed eyes to the splendor and magnitude of the lines of goods on display. In one of these huge stores is an entire floor given over to pictures. They are all there, the ones you know, and the ones you do not know. After walking on and on until you feel completely "fed up," as the saying goes, you see one more door, go in and presto-you are in fairyland! The walls are completely covered with mirrors, large and small, each reflecting and re-reflecting lights, and mirrors until you seem to be in an endless palace made of myriads of lights.