They were a swell investment for her, too. A few years later, when she no longer knew the rich Brazilian and was a little short, she sold the necklace to Harry Winston, the New York jeweler, who recently bought the Jonkers diamond. Winston paid her about $350,000, cash. The guy who knows about such things said her collection was worth $3,000,000. Peggy's is valued at only $2,500,000. Poor kid! Today's GPs don't do nearly so well. Taxes being as they are, they can't expect to. * * * * * Back on the migration of sweet pastry to Manhattan, consider another idiosyncrasy of New York night life. In other towns--even the largest--the young boys own flivvers or borrow the family car and there are places in the country to drive to. And you can neck on the front porch or in the back yard, or at the barn dance or on a slab in the cemetery. There's none of those in New York. Most people live in cramped flats, where even the living room often is used as sleeping quarters. The young femme can't entertain the young male at home; he usually hasn't a car, and if he had, there's nowhere much to drive to. Most New York kids court in dark movies, kiss in hallways and doorways, and it's difficult to learn the fine points of love--or even of smooching--in such an environment. So, in the wisest burg of all, the newcomer is wiser than the native. 18. MODELS The highly paid babes who pose for the photographers are prettier but dumber than their sisters who hoof in the choruses. 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.