The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1916-06-18

little more Mack. They won't bur-
nish it if you don't"-to the artist.
Then, turning about, Where's that
grip"
From a far corner, sheltered by
long green curtains, stepped a grace
ful almost childishly slim figure in a
bronze-green Norfolk suit and close
fitting hat from beneath which curled
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-Gelda
Michelin. I 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 il.
dex, ran his long fingers through It
and extracted a card. He glanced It
it, and then, the frown deepening.
read it aloud.
'Michelin, Zelda. Telephone Br-
ant 475o. Brunette. Medium buis.
Good neck and eyes. Good 6guk.
Good clothes"
He glanced UP. "Well2"
That's me-" said Miss Michen
| calmly. ave got the same telephoe
! number and eyes and neck ad
! clothes. OF course my hair is diff
ent and | am thinner, but that's bu-
ness. I'd like to know what chaue
a tat girl would have in the cho4s
these days"
/ Won Herman groaned. I'm pay vi
for the time you've waited and II
your trouble. Can't use you for the
pictures" Then as she left he turri
. comically despairing face to L
two men at the drawing boar.
What are we going to do2 Wee
got to make a start on these pictus
and everything has gone wrong. Ttr
want something special. Two figur,
young man and woman. Said expreE
. ly they didn't want a chicken. B
ronping curls and none of that ev
and lips fool-giri stuff. This chas
l'Ideal for the man" He pointed
! Jock.
Jock had been staring, faseinat,
at the shaded, zigzag marks With
the artist-a dark-skinned, velv-
eyed, foreign-looking youths
making on the sheet of paper befe
him. Heahad scarcely glanced up d.
ing the entire scene. Now he looH
briefly and coolly at Jock.
p Where did you get him?" he a.
; ed, with the precise enunciation
the foreign-born. Good figure. Al
he wears his clothes not like a
driver, as the others do"
; Thanks" drawled Jock, fushg
, a little. Then, boyish curiosity getts
the better Of him, "Say, tell me, VT
in the world are you doing to t
drawing"
e. He Of the velvety eyes smiled
( twisted little smile. His slim bro
, fingers never stopped in their W.T.
of guiding the pen in its zigzag pa
ut is work." he sneered, ito
3 light the soul of an artist. l am
e engaged in the pleasing task of +
{ ting the bones in a clearinghouse ST
But Jock did not smile Here s
y another man, he thought, who j
n been given a broom and told to sVp
= down the stairway.
Won Herman was regarding him
most wistfully 81 hate to let u
! slip" he said Then, his face brit
ening, by Jovel | wonder if Is
Gait would pose for US if we d
her what a fix we were in.
He picked UP the telephone
ceiver Miss Gait, please" he 4.
Then, aside, "Of course it's neryo
ask a girl who's earning three t.
sand a year TO leave her deskld
come up and pose for-Hellol IS
Calf"
. Jock, seated on the edge one
models platform, was beginniTto
enjoy himself Even this end die
advertising business had its init
ing side, he thought Ten mics
later he knew it had.
Ten minutes later there apped
Miss Gait. Jock left off swinginis
legs from the platform and stodp.
Miss Calf was that kind oirl.
Smooth black hair parted and led
low as only an exquisitely ped
head can dare to wear its ~
crown. A face whose expressiFas
sweetly serious in spite of its lth.
A girl whose clothes were thort
Of clothes that girls ought to Y in
Offices, and don't
"This IS mighty good of yofiss
Gait" began Won Herman. 1.-THE
Kool Komfort Klothes Cony's
summer campaign stuff. WePnly
need you for an hour or sol get
/ fhe expression and general line.
Poster stuff, really Then thifung
man will pose for the summation
( emit 1icFTfres
Don't apologize" said Mi5alt.
Eve had hard enough tim get
that Kool Comfort account. Won't
want to start wrong with the Ires.
Besides, I think posing's reah;;
Jock thought so too, quitelden-
ly. Just as suddenly Won Heb re-
menbered the conventions IN
troduced them.
"McChesney?" repeated MGalt,
crisp1y. 81 know a Mrs. Mfsney,
OF the T. A. Buck"
my mother" proudly.
'Your mother! Then why she
tn stopped.
II because" said Jock, I'm raw
- est rocky in the Berg, ShriCo2m-
b nanv. And when / begin feaize