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Show Little Suzanne Doesn't Like Models NEW YORX. Little Suzanne was Jealous. Also she is French. She had been living with her husband, Rudolph Suden, a German artist, In Greenwich Village 19 Barrow street. Long ago racial lines had been obliterated by the mutual love of Little Suzanne and Rudolph, Ru-dolph, her talented husband. During the war they agreed that for them there was neither Germany nor France, but just Rudolph and Suzanne. Rudolph Suden does nudes. He employs, em-ploys, occasionally, beautiful girl models mod-els to pose for his Inspired brush. Now Suzanne herself is beautiful, but she Is not a model. Sometimes she sulked & little after her husband had shooed the beautiful model out of the studio door. And on such occasions Suden would rally her with gay banter. Ah, but he was flattered that Suzanne would be jealous. Was he not the most -' fortunate of men to be able to arouse the jealousy of such a darling as Suzanne? Su-zanne? And then Little Suzanne (her friends call her that) would be appeased and nothing hut fhe most glorious happiness would abide in the rooms of the Sudeus. But lately, they say, Suzanne's jealousy grew great again greater than It ever had been. Anyway, there was, on the shelf In the closet of the bathroom, a bottle of bichloride of mercury tablets. Quickly Quick-ly she swallowed them and staggered out that she might die at the sill of the door through which Rudolph must enter. Suddenly it came to her that It might all be a mistake. There was milk In the icebox and Suzanne had been a Red Cross nurse in the war. So she drank the milk and ran to the apartment apart-ment of neighbors the Richard O'Neils who called Rudolph Suden in. The ambulance took her to Bellevue hospital hos-pital just in time. The doctors have saved her life. "My wife," explained Rudolph Suden, "has been in a frightfully nervous pon-dition pon-dition since she was shell-shocked. She did not like and could not understand the somewhat free and easy comrade-rie comrade-rie of the artists' life in Greenwich Village. Vil-lage. She did not like my painting the nude, but until we moved here a month ago we never had words. Little Suzanne Su-zanne will recover. We shall have no more sorrow. We shall move from Greenwich Village and be as happy as we were before coming down here." |