New-York tribune., 1922-04-02

Mottise and Picosso, ttUo leading c1-
ponents and teachers of Cubist Art,
Mottise sofen,nly gazing oUer his spec
tacles, Picasso pulling at his pipe With
beady-eyed geniality
now Marie Vassilieff was sewing on the huest
blue eyes, right into the head of this remark -
ably lusty Swede--and they looked right.
"Do you think that he will like it," l asked
her Because it really looks like him, you
know, and it's caricature."
Vassilieff laughed 'He probably has carl
catured me long ago." she answered, land is
laughing to see how we'll he did it. Yes, he
will like it because he is caricaturist himself,
and, anyway, he is man. But his little wife
she won't like it. Women never do. They
don't quite like caricatures Of themselves, but
they can't bear to their husbands made
ridiculous" and she deepened the dmple in his
chin almost to cleft.
did you ever caricature potlclans-Wood-
row Wilson or any else Vassef?'
"No-I have never been interested IN poll
tics Besides, they didn't give me chance TO
see your Woodrow. The French government
nut me in Jail as Communist about that time.
It was very interesting l was put in with my
eighteen months old baby in a room with other
women and their children. l used to amuse
myself and them with telling fortunes with a
set Of playing cards painted myself. They
all liked to hear that they were going to have
change of fortune, money, letter or maybe
lover"
"But were you Communist"
81 was an artist" she answered abruptly.
And then, by way Of explanation, added: Il
had a cafe and restaurant at the beginning Of
the war for soldier artists. Of course, every
one else came, too because it was so cheap,
and Trotzky used to drop in nearly every even
ing until I had to tell him to take his political
discussions elsewhere, but, somehow, the
French government imagined knew all about
Monsieur Trotzky's affairs, although didn't"
She brought forth ridiculous dark-toned.
chubby baby doll, which she showed me proud
lv. It's fat stomach and lumpy arms and legs
billowed like an old Dutch painters cherub.
"Mon enfant," she explained, 81 made it be-
fore he was born and made him look just IS
I wanted him to look. He is in school now, but
l will show you later painting of him with
his favorite doll, Pierrot,' and she pointed to
a canvas hanging overhead.
No wonder he loved Pierrot with his creamy,
white face of softest satin and his inpudent
ruff and his two beady, elongated black eyes
and his scarlet, pursed lips. And, being q
genuine child, he doesn't care one whit, accord
ing to Vassilieff, for the satin-skinned dancer
of sheer cerise skin and voluptuous limb. Yes
it is true that some poupees have crimson Skin
Of satin: some are created with mauve, unfin
ished kid bodies, with or without clothes, &C
cording to chance, and others are made will
realistic-looki skins and are dressed il
clothes Of the latest mode-clothes that the.
wear at the Rotonde, in fact Or If they b
Picasso's they appear in their usual studl
costumes.
An English duke, Broadway theatrica
manager, a Spanish dancer, Lucette OF Mont
parnasse, the Algerian model-ft makes n
difference-Mme Vassilief has car1catu1s
them ALL and modestly she brought them xart
for me to see.
By now the long legged Swede was ent1rel
clothed for the evening at the cafe, and We s.
forth gayly with him between Us, his checks
trousers creased to the last breath, his spo
coat held in semi-Norfolk style to just Il
proper fraction of a centimeter, his 1ank Sw
dish hair Of ashen yellow swept gloriously ba'
from his brow.
"He Is wonderful" repeated to vassilie
, but she only said: "Wait TIL his wife sees
It is too xoed.s .u..-. .u.s..a.S..s. !.