Maybelline works as a model for one of those weird modern sculptors. He does things with metal, shaping it in a thousand ways. Some of his things hang from restaurant ceilings or hotel lobbies. Maybe you’ve seen them. They’re not too beautiful to Maybelline though. The sculptor can’t work, unless she models for him in that big drafty studio, He claims her beautiful body contours give him ideas. That’s all well and good, but some days the artist gets so engrossed in his work he doesn’t realize his model’s got chillblains. The wind comes through a big skylight in the ceiling and howls through the big barn of a room.
As if that’s not bad enough, he makes her work through her lunch hour. He likes to munch peanuts while he works, but he never offers her any. All she does is sit there or stand around in her birthday suit in that cold drafty studio while the son of a gun munches peanuts.
Oh, he’s nice enough to her at times. Takes her to dinner and buys her little gifts when he’s finished a major piece. But it’s times in between that bother Maybelline. Unless the sculptor installs a bigger heater in that studio she’s going to quit. A girl may want to contribute to art but it’s not worth much if she’s turning blue while she’s doing it. If things get bad enough she’ll look for a job as a lingerie model. At least it’ll be warmer wearing panties and bra in a photographer’s studio. Don’t you agree?