The Cairo bulletin., 1909-07-23
THE PROFESSOR MARRIES.

Prof. Wilkerson's marriage was the
years sensation in Dorranceville. But
his wedding cards produced no such
sensation in the little college COM
munity as the arrival Of his wife.
Some said it was her smile, some her
: tall, gracious figure and the way she
wore her clothes" but all agreed
that she impressed them with sense
of old acquaintanceship for which,
with one exception, we found no ex-
planat.on
/ am that exception, and upon me
deyolves the explanation. Lot me say
in beginning that l own my superior
knowledge TO the fact that my posi-
| ton at Dorranceyille colleg was in
structor in art.
One evening, several months before
| Mrs. Wilkinson dawned upon our daz-
| zled gaze, | was walking home with
the professor when he stopped at the
| town drug store and stationery shop.
| To my surpriSe-for no one had ever
seen hipi read anything out side of
science and the daily news-he came
out with an armful of the current mag
azines. He met my look with one both
ashamed and defiant. but vouchsafed
no explanation until we reached his
door Then as | was taking my leave
he said. suddenly:
Partridge, do you know anything
about the art of advertising"
"of course not replied, rather
nottled
There is no art In Advertising
Il don't know" he remarked. Some
of the pictures you find in the adyer-
Using section seems TO me superior to
those in front Of the magazine"
Full now of curiosity, accepted his
invitation 10 enter his little study.
where he lighted his lamp and dumped
the pile of periodicals on the table.
Wait a minute he said. "and I'll
find it."
Then he paved through the maya
zines until he laid one before me open
at a full page advertising picture
"Ah," he said, his thin face alight
with an expression I had never seen
there, this month she's making bread
Charming domestic picture, isn't it?'
II was an attractive layout. The
had to do with a certain
brand of -four, familiar to every read
er of magazines and billboards. The
central figure was young girl bending
over kitchen table. with sleeves roll
led above dimpled elbows and hands
plunged deep in bowl of snowy
dough
Here she is again" announced the
professor, while | was still gazing, He
opened drawer and laid before me a
bundle of leaves cut from other per-
iodicals. Each bore a likeness of the
same girl. In one she sat, sumptuous-
ly arrayed before a mechanical piano
PLAYER. In another she displayed two
perfect rows OF teeth. one hand mold
ing a toothbrush, In third she
smiled from the tonneau of big tour
ing car Every magazine reader has
seen her in a score OF different cos
tunes and poses
Nov. what want to know" said |
the professor. is, do you think she is |
real, or just some artists ideal?'
'She might easily be both" | ans
wered: but there's no doubt OF her
reality. Why man. these pictures
aren't drawings; they're photographs, |
The professor said nothing but his |
eyes spsrkled
Who do you suppose, could prepare
for me an advertisement with this
Young lady as the central fgure?" he
inquired without meeting my gaze.
That's easy" l told him. Write to
the advertising manager Of any OF |
these periodicals. II he doesn't en-
ploy the young lady directly. he can
give you the address OF the agency /
hat does
That was all that passed between
rs The professors confidence ended
with thst one interview. But when
he new Mrs. Wilkerson came to grace
our college halls I alone knew where
her husband had found her
But to this day | can't imagine how
ne ever got her.