Also, they're not as lively.
They may be more photogenic, yet usually they exude about the same amount of personality as those other models—the wax ones in Macy's window.
But they aren't as witless as they act. The average 18-year-old who poses for a living knocks down $100 a week; a good cover (on a mag) type makes as much as $250, and a $500 week is not unknown to the cream of the calling.
Hold your hosses, kids. Don't rush into town. It's just about as difficult to get pacted by one of the three leading agents, John Robert Powers, Harry Conover or Walter Thornton, as it is to wangle a movie contract.
Usually, a model earns more than a so-called contract girl in films, who often signs at $75 a week.
Many models have gone into films as stars. Others have made favorable marriages. (Definition: FAVORABLE—Moolah.)
Some of the town's top party-girls are models. You see them in all the best places, like Morocco and the Stork, with wine-buyers and wolves.
But most models are quiet, unobtrusive kids, who come to New York breathless and bug-eyed.
There are hundreds of them. All day you see them all over the East Side, scurrying from one advertising agency to another and from one photographer to another.
You usually can spot them, because they invariably carry their make-up and accessories in a Cavanagh, Knox or Dobbs' cardboard hat-box instead of a bag. Those are the insignia of their profession.