Margaret has the pleasure of visiting May Wilson Preston, the most prolific of all the women artists in this country, at her studio. Mrs. Preston confides to her the trying experiences she has with certain art editors, which, fortunately, she is able to see in an amusing light. At the last moment, she is called up by one of the magazines to supply illustrations for a fiction story which they are substituting for the “special” from their war correspondent which hasn’t arrived. She goes to the trouble of hiring her models and has the drawings well under way, when “B-r-r-r-rrr!” goes the telephone again. It is the art editor. He is sorry to have to trouble Mrs. Preston so much, but they have decided not to run the fiction story. Instead, can she make an illustration for a poem of great strength, about a fat man? Of course she can, and will. So when the willowy model, when she distinctly has ordered a fat man, arrives, he is stuffed out with sofa cushions, and the artist begins a fresh canvas. Scarcely two hours later, the art editor fairly sobs out over the wire that the poem has been discarded and that another story has been substituted. “For this.” says Mrs. Preston, laughing, “I was to pose two young people in loving attitude on the platform of a Pullman train. She is a divorcée-to-be speeding toward Reno, and he, of course, is to be her second attempt. The best part of the whole mix-up was, that my two models, who happened to bump into each other here, were two lovers who had quarreled and separated. By the time the drawing was done, they had made up their difficulty, and so, in spite of the art editor, I did a profitable day’s work.”