The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-06-23
From the Boston Herald.

from the Boston Herald.
"OR two or three hours a day James
Montgomery Flagg is an illustrator.
= The rest of the day ne struggles
with models and would-be models
Mr.. Flagg has suffered long and pa
tiently, but the other day his heart was
full to overfiowing. He dipped his pen in
vitriol and drew some very cruel sketches
OF the women who are making his ie un-
endurable. And as he drew he spoke.
I'm moment of Madness, said Mr..
Flagg as he double bolted the door and
nopped the perspiration from his brow
''some artist made the reckless state
ment that good model is the rarest thing
in the world. The result is that every
studio is crowded the whole day long with
women who are anxious to prove that
they are the long sought dream of the art
ist Most of them, however, prove to be
Nightmares.
"You cannot keep them away I have
tried coldness, offense, even insult, but
without avail.
1.-The trouble with these women is that
not one in 100 is really suitable. If it
weren't such painful business to have
these women rob you OF your valuable
time 1t would really be funny. All sorts
ana conditions of women find their way in
liere.
There is the skinny, scrawny, scraggy
darning needle. VINO thinks she has been
sent TO you direct from heaven and cam
not be convinced that she is not an ideal
model
This type Is usually proof against re-
fusal. She'll stay in spite OF anything you
say to her. You tell her that she is not
the type of woman that men like and
she win reply that she doesn't care a rap
about that.
"Then there is the ugly and sophisti-
Gated woman who knows so much more
about art and life than you do. She is
usually impertinent to degree, and goes
away with the impression that she is mod
ern and frank. On one occasion I was
not at home, and Mrs. Flasg received one
of this species. She talked her deaf and
dumb and resisted all of Mrs. Flagg' $
efforts to get rid of her. Finally she asks:
Mrs, Flagg, do you do anything?'
Mrs. Flagg replied that she did not.
Oh she said, with great contempt,
you are one of those idle butterflies
.Then she read her a lecture On inde-
pendence. When l came home she tried
to convince me that she was wonderful
model One glance convinced me that she
was Impossible, and l told her so frankly.
But she remarked, assuming raw
ishing pose, artists tell me do such won-
derful things with my thumb!'
"Again, there is the little microbe that
comes floating in through the keyhole. She
| is a dainty little wisp of a thing, COM
monty seen in the shopping districts or at
matinees. She asks you in a feeble little
voice whether she may not have the honor
OF posing for you
Its harder to turn her down than any
of the others because she is often really
cute, but she is hardly suitable for artistic
purposes. On the street she may be ir-
Irresistible but she would make no impress
sion as heroine in black and white.
| 'Then there is the type that cannot be
accommodated by the most ample key
hole. One of this species called me up or
\ the telephone the other day. She Informed
me that she had a really unusual figure
l wondered what she meant and asked hei
to come to see me. One look was suffi