New-York tribune., 1901-03-03

Paris noise. the sidewalks so empty the shops
whole town must he away holiday excursion,
GLIMPsEs OF TWO STUDIOS.
There is activity enouGh in quarter. how
In the studios the models hegin pose at
O'Clock sharp and the classes represented in
soody number before that hou- strikes. At least,
I told. veracity eompeIs me TO acknowledge
that It is generally somewhat after that time
when ] climbing the narrow. creaking stairs
TO the attic in the Passage des Panoramas. Here
IS where Jean Paul Laurens and Benjamin Con-
slant the arbiters of many a giTs future arts-
tic failure.
The different in their personality
as in their work. VI. Laurens is a slender dark
bearded man. with quiet. almost timid, manner
and kindly eye that knows how to twinkle His
criticisms are full. careful and searching. Tres
dificie.'' he is says Mime; Julian. and SO praise
N Constant is vigorous, fun chested clean
shaven He calls out his condemnati3ns or appPoa oa
painfully conscious might be heard in Nine; Jul
ian's studio below. II he does not ike study ne
wastes little time on H. Whlle one tnaI P5 i I'm
receives compliments by the wholesale ana many
the golden possibilities of America; The other day
heard him telling E0nHg Hanied f eel big prices
There are many lands represented among the
thirty or forty girls working away as If the cor
rect drawing Of torso or the exact Local al % coiGF
for Amereans are there OF course @ tm4ugh ed ITMeI
and most promising pupils couple OF EngIsn
girls and a charming Russian.
abandoned League building in Twenty-third-st /
well remember in the old Chase room the me llhy
porcelain and iron box euphemisticaly called a
he that heaf the model tiIl perspiration threatens
70 drip him quite away The model and the first
couple Of rooms Of workers howl at every 81 shoNe! &
ern. The of stand or sit with our backs
% the big sloping skylight Piece, by piece we we
scorching ones with prospective doctors bills
bags bags ''' '
THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS.
Far earlier than the opening of any studios. the
vendors of fruit and vegetables with their laden
carts are on their way to get the city's permission
TO sell their wares. They evidently obliged 10
report at a certain hour TO prevent their rights
being taken from them. One morning, up the Rue
81. Honore little. gray. withered French woman
pushing a big truck filled with apples.
hadn't seen such good looking ones since the last
American Baldwin ate the steamer. The old
lady was going IL she had just been wound up
and was afraid something would break In her ma
chinery before she could get there. But wanted
one those apples so / gave chase and succeed
ed in catching her. only TO find she gave not the
slightest heed my desires. Unnoticing she kept
along at her furious gait, with me on doSiIot
by her side. In desperation nnally GRABBED hef
arm and fairly pulled her 70 a stop, y want 20
same time opening my pocketbook Shaking her
head and mutterfng something 1 could not under,
the Silver I held out temptngIy however. was too
much for her. With quick look about she picked
Ten | responded promptly, and she began TO
drop fruit. Suddenly, just she got 10 six,
she looked up and squeal of rage Before
] knew what had happened she had thrown the
being permitted and was half block up. the
street The whole trouble was that she had been
too late to get her permit number that
morning and not bit Of fruit did she dare sell
without il Evidently there is A little OF the law
and order in Paris that Germans think is TO be
found only in their Fatherland l sorry
for poor old woman. though and soTTer for
myself. The prospective taste of those apples
haunted that ] finally understood how il
that just ordinary apple proved Ewes undoing.