International studio (18.1902/1903)

" A SCCLFTOR'S WORKSHOP
but he as yet does not know that had he smited
she would have sat down at his table, chatted in
elementary Americanised Engiish and Auent
French, for she knew he was a and she
was a model with a day off.
True to his word, Johnson turns up at the studio
about a quarter past six. He has a friend with
him—a tall American who is painting Impres-
sionist pictures with a good deal of red and blue
about the iadies' hair. He shakes, and forth-
with sizing up the zzwzvazz with unerring judgment,
and iiking the estimate he forms, chums up.
Johnson rnakes a few suggestions whiist reciining
on the bed, which he dectares is better than his
own, for which he gave more money, and then ali
three go out and away down the Rue Vaugirard,
and aiong the Boulevard Montparnasse, to a iittie
restaurant for dinner.
There are quite a handful of students there, and
few other customers, for Madame here is as popuiar
with <*/zz</zz?7z/.y as she of the The talk
was mostiy of art, the schoois, the studios, the
modeis, and the latest gossip of the Quarter. One
student from the Jiicole de Medecine enlivens the
proceedings by details of recent autopsies and
operations of the most ghastty character. Some of
his stories haveagrim humour of their own which
makes them acceptable to an unsqueamish
audience. Paul, the ^aTyp/z, brings the suiphurous
chips which a paternal Government miscaiis
matches, and soon the smoke frorn z<^<77*z?/ hangs

heavy in the air—pungent
<My5<?7*a/, cut coarse as hay.
And so the evening passes
—the first evening of the
in Paris.
Next morning the spar-
rows twittering wake him,
and he gets up. The man
who occupies the studio
above him is aiready astir.
He has to put the finish-
ing touches to his Salon
picture, and try and rush
through another in time
for the Academy across
the Channei.
After breakfast, which
the 7z<?%z'M:% manages to get
by making a concoction
yciept coifee on his stove,
with which he washes down
sorne bread—excellent
Parisian bread—and butter,
which the rwzrzifTgg has obligingiy taken for him,
Johnson turns up to discuss the question of what
school he (the 7ZM7P<M7z) shah " enter."
Uitimateiy Coiarossi's, in the Rue de ia Grande
Chaumiere, is decided upon. It is quite handy,
and, moreover, severai of Johnson's chums are

"ITALIAN MODELS" FROM A PHOTOGRAPH
BY CLIVE HOI.LAND

FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY CLIVE IIOLLAND

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