The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 1, 1901, Page 11

THE SUNDAY CALL. 11 of the Los is to be solved ast Angeles has the guessing as never yet been Los n in Rags obtain his e of his on hand. me un- possible pins and the Man in Rags rce of income. of it keeps guessers on v does he wear the rag suit?”’ asks for Feor if he has en her. il wants, as he aims, some other reason than his strange dress. And he does not seem in- ane. Has he had a romantic past?’ they Ah, there the guessing grows hotter. kinds of suspicions as to his t it was an adventurous one There are al s great-wealth: that an un- affair drove him to his isolated nted at and not without some groun his writings they have been For Walter Masterton, the Man e snatches of d then, and the sorry 0da lit and two’ together, d map best have to California to found it. In the ssed great wealth 1 with him, nd what more does to be comfortably in g money hand over fist at for he & man want than a2 widow. She had foi- , a husband not worth ing camp. There he and she was left zlways respected and liked her: now they rallied to her in her trouble. With a good many of them it Was maore mere . kindness - that- prompted them to do this, for she was a beautiful woman and a charming one. t she had' o friendliness for them— it one. That one was Walter Master- ton le by little they grew to love one another. Her little boy was almost as dear to Masterton as was the woman "herseif. ke care of them both, H wan to he s the: This wor d like a very happy place to him at time. He could not believe that there was any real trouble in 1t Then it came, all of a crash. The woman disappeared with the child just as he had thought them his. meant nothing to him then. wandered a great deal be- in Los Angeles. Peo- was all the time hunting. Perhaps he the woman. t him to His we He must bav fore he se ple say t lately that he saw magazine a picture of Adolph ittle boy, a sunny-haired little Californian. After much inquiry he found address of the family and called out the ¥ tle fellow. He coaxed him in , offering him gifts of oranges. He has clung to the child's friendship ever since, a friendship formed in so sudden and unaccountable a way. People say that the boy reminds him—but that, ag: B His c gewn Lo ime, made of patches immaculate. He it would be ungentie- and Walter Master- ether, is himself. to be washes it ma He d the publie lis brary, poring over aviest works on history d soc d he has a tre- mendous I g accumulated. that he has been reading he ing. too, and now his book is nearly ready He talks intelligently upon subjects of political economy. He is extremely radi- cal without being in his opinions. He would not overturn government by means of a cyclone He has so often been_asked to tell his story that the guestions have grown tire- some, and yet he never.grows impolite in his answers. “My story cannot interest A nown Continued From Page Ten. rica. ¥er poses tend to indicate gth and force and serenity. dse very slight, having a tted for girlish poses—light Her range of facial ex- s good and her head often picture. gh her type is more South- She is large, with those of a She is em- Northe: ders and arms that her than a girl ed as a model for head and shoulder: Ida Wilt is a slender, graceful little fig- are + P : San Francisco’'s Best Woa’e/s. takes &s naturally to playful as a kitten does. She is quick and and appreclative. Artists say she grasps the idea of a pose as y as they do and throws no end cf » into it. Wilt has a delightful elbow—just nothing more, and as dimpled as ure who a baby Male this city at the present time. models are the easiest to obtain In Two years ago this was riot the case. A young man for the figure was very difficult to find. Thomas, who is employed in a machine shop, devotes some of his evenings to pos- ing for the class at Hopkins. Woolrich, an adyanced student of that institution, WALTER MAJTERTON — THE MAN OTo B SCHUPACHER ¢ A 1 RASS you.” he replies courteously. Nobody can get it out of him. And yet there must be a story there. His has made some clever studies of this man. Singer possesses a figure that delights the heart of the artist, and is in demand. Among the average readers and picture lovers, the models, male and female, are known only by the names of the clever characters they have represented. The old man called “Evening of Life,” or “Quiet Smoke,” may be seen every day wandering from studio to studio, occ: sionally being engaged, but more often “Nothing to-day, Manuel,” greets him at the door. A very necessary article in the modern studio is the “model book.” This contains anywhere from & hundred to two hundred and yet our “musketeers of the dilate on the scarcity of good models. Sig. Cadenasso says: “We have about three good female and as many male models who pose for the ‘alto- gether.” Heads, knees, ankles and feet are easier to get, but a figure nicely mold- ed and possessing most or all of the smal- ler detalls is as hard to obtain as a Klon- dike nugget.” ‘writings show that. His lonely life makes & past romance mere probable. unto himself. he any one to whom to leave {t? Wil his much trouble to make any man sufficient he is supposed to have gathered? Has heirs? .f’)/ayue of Devilfish in Snglish Channel, Often a ploture which is apparently a stmple portrait of a society girl is a com- posite collection of several models; the tace of one, the shoulders of another, and the arms of a third. Bach artist general- 1y has one or two favorites who serve as material for his average work, or furnish the “basis” for a composite picture. ‘Wenzell, Johnson and others who have had one model for several years, have been ‘heard to remark that they could rot get inspiration from any one else. This is certainly an exception to the ruls. A man or woman may be beautiful, have faultless curves and perfect fea- tures, yet be sadly expressionless. This is the principal fault found with young, in- experienced models. A good model is not necessarily a perfect man or woman, but one who can by his understanding throw great “motlon” into his pose. Illustrators, painters and art photo- graphers are often assisted by their triends in ‘‘making a picture.” Richard Harding Davis figures in many of Gib- son's drawings. An artist model is & rare gem. An artist knows an artist's wishes;, and when he poses he does so with an easy grace not often assumed by the professional model. The life of a model is little understood. People realize nothing of the fatigue. Pos- ing takes strength of physique and of nerves. ? That models themselves consider posing for the nude most respectable is an un- disputed fact. Kathryn Jarboe relates a little Incident that happened in a well known studio. “A young woman, who had been posing for a life class, was sent for by the Jl- lustrator, who had noticed the’ exqulsite poise of her head.as he walked through the classroom. , She ‘-md:nut been in,the least abashed by his presence there, but when she was arrayed in the sdciety woman's gown she stood behind a screea, quite unwilling to venture out. “ ‘I really can’'t come out,’ she said. ‘I don’t believe any women dress like this, sand I don't want to be painted in such a dreadful gcwnl' " PLAGUE as horrid in its way as Q any of those from which the an- cient Egyptlans suffered has as- . sailed the south coast of England. Countless hordes of octopl, the devil- fishes of Victor Hugo, have invaded the English Channel and have swarmed along the shores of Deyon and Cornwall in tre- mendous numbers. « Traveling about in marauding ‘armies, they have well nigh d@estroyed the local lobster and crab fish- erfes by devouring these crustaceans ‘wholesale. On the French side of the strait, espe- cially in the department of Finistere, they are thrown up on the beaches by the sea after storms in such quantities that their lcathscmae bodlies have been gath- He is old and feebis thiess J295 and ™he It takes And what has become of the wealth that death reveal its whereabouts and its end eannot he far off. But his story may be known before the end comes. ered up and removed by hundreds of eart- loads to prevent them from endangering the public health by rotting. Many of these creatures have s spread of six feet or more, the tentacles being three feet in length and govered with suckers as big as 50-cent pleces. But speci- mens have been seen very much greater in size, and individuals are known some- times to attain a measurement of six- teen feet from arm tip to arm tip. That the larger ones will réadily attack hu- man beings is well kygown, the sucking disks with which the arms are provided holding the victim with an irresistible force. Once fairly embraced by the anil- mal, there is small chance for the strong- est man, unless he Is lucky enough te have & big knife or a spear.