The Washington herald., 1915-08-22

the drawing. Bring out the hat a
, little more, Mack. They won't bur-
nish it if you don't"-to the artist
Then. turning about, where's that
/ girl:"
From a far corner, sheltered by
long green curtains, stepped grace
full almost childishly slim figure in a
bronze-green Norfolk suit and close
fitting hat from beneath which curlcd
a fluff of bright golden hair Won Her
man stared at her.
! You're not the girl" he said. you
won't do"
You sent for me-" retorted the
girl. I'm Miss Michelin-Gelds
Michelin. l posed for you six months
ago, but I've been out of town with
the show since then"
Won Herman, frowning, opened a
table drawer. pulled out a card in.
dex, ran his long fingers through Il,
and extracted a card. He glanced at
it, and then, the frown deepening,
read it aloud.
'Michelin, Zelda. Telephone Bry.
ant 4759. Brunette. Medium build.
Good neck and eyes. Good figure.
Good Clothes"
He glanced up. "Well:"
That's me-" said Miss Michelin
I calmly. I've got the same telephone
number and eyes and neck and
! clothes. OF course my hair is differ
ent and | am thinner, but that's bust.
ness. I'd like to know what chance
fat girl would have in the chorus
these days"
! Won Herman groaned. I'll pay you
for the time you've waited and for
your trouble. Can't use you for these
| pictures" Then as she LETT he turned
comically despairing face to the
two men at the drawing boards.
What are we going to do? We've
| got to make start on these pictures
and everything has gone wrong. They
want something special. Two figures,
young man and woman. Said express
! ly they didn't want q chicken. No
; romping curls and none OF that eyes
and lips fool-girl stuff This chaps
ideal for the man" He pointed to
| Jock.
Jock had been staring, fascinated,
the artist-a dark-skinned, velvet
eyed. foreign-looking youth-was
making on the sheet OF paper before
him. He had scarcely glanced up dur
! ing the entire scene. Now he looked
briefly and coolly at Jock
Where did you get him." he ask
ed, with the precise enunciation OF
the foreign-born. Good figure. And
he wears his clothes not like a cab
driver, as the others do"
Thanks" drawled Jock, flushing
a little. Then, boyish curiosity getting
! the better OF him, Say, tell me, what
in the world are you doing to that
drawing"
He OF the velvety eyes smiled I.
twisted little smile. His slim brown
fingers never stopped in their work
OF guiding the pen in its zigzag path.
at is work" he sneered, TO de-
light the soul of an artist. l am now
engaged in the pleasing task of put
ting the bones in clearinghouse suit"
But Jock did not smile Here was
another man. he thought. who had
been given a broom and told to sweep
| down the stairway.
Won Herman was regarding him al
! most wistfully. 81 hate to let you
slip" he said. Then, his face right-
/ ening, "By Jovel l wonder if Miss
Calf would pose for us if we told
| her what fix we were in
| He picked up the telephone re-
ceiver Miss Calf, please" he said.
Then, aside, "Of course it's nerve to
ask a girl who's earning three thou
sand a year to leave her desk and
come up and pose for-Hello. Miss
Calf"
Jock. seated on the edge of the
models platform. was beginning to
enjoy himself. Even this end OF the
advertising business had its interest
ing side, he thought. Ten minutes
later he knew it had.
Ten minutes later there appeared
Miss Gait. Jock left off swinging his
legs from the platform and stood up.
Miss Gait was that kind of girl.
Smooth black hair parted and coiled
low as only an exquisitely shaped
head can dare to wear its glory
crown. A face whose expression was
sweetly serious in spite OF its youth.
a cir! whose clothes were the sort
of clothes that girls ought to wear in
Offices, and don't.
This is mighty good of you. Miss
Gait" began Won Herman. Its the
Kool Komfort Klothes Company's
summer campaign stuff. Well only
need you for an hour or Soto get
the expression and general outline.
Poster stuff, really. Then this young
man will pose for the summer union
suit pictures"
Don't apologize" said Miss Gait.
I'VE had hard enough time to get
that Kool Comfort account. We don't
want to start wrong with the pictures.
Besides, l think posing's real fun"
Jock thought so too, quite sudden
ly. Just as suddenly Won Herman re-
membered the conventions and in
troduced them.
"McChesneys" repeated Miss Gait,
crisply. 81 know Mrs. MeChesney.
of the T. a. Buck"
my mother" proudly.
"Your mother! Then why" She
stopped. ~
est rocky in the Berg. Shriner Com
pany. And when l begin to realize
what / don't know about advertising
I'll probably want to plunge off the
Palisades"
Miss Gait smiled up at him, her