The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1910-05-12
7HB PROFESSOR MARRIES.


j Prof Wllkenon's marriage was the
years. sensation IN Dorranceyillel But
his wedding cards produced no such
sensation in tie LITTLE college conn
inunity as HE arrival Of his Wife
Some said Il Nss her smile some her
tan, gracious agnre ana the WY she
wore her clottes but ~ agreed
that she impressed them With q sense
Of old aequaintane eship for which,
with one exception. We found no ex-
plantation
am that exception, and upon me
devolyes the explanation. Letme say
I lin beginning that i own my superior
knowledge to the fact that my posi-
ton At Dorranceyille colleg was I'M
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 him read anything out side OF
science and the daily news-he came
out with an arnful of the current mag
azines. He met my look with one both
ashamed and defiant, but youchsafed
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 adyertising?"
"of course not" replied, rather
nettled.
There is no art in Advertising
II don't know he remarked. Some
of tho 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 to 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 full page ADVERTISING picture.
"Ah," he said his thin face alight
with an expression 1 had never seen
there, this month she's making bread.
Charming domestic picture, isn't it,"
1t was an attractive layout. The
advertisement had to do with certain
brand of flour, familiar to every read
4 er of magazines and billboards. The
central figure was young girl bending
over a 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 a drawer and laid before me a
bundle of leaves cut from other per-
iodicaIs. 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 hold
ing a toothbrush, In third she
smiled from the tonneau 81 a big tour
I ing car. Every magazine reader has
seen her in. 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?Y
..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 sparkled
Who, do you suppose, could prepare
for me an advertisement with this
Young lady as the central figure?" he
inquired, without meeting my gaze.
That's easy" told him. Write to
the advertising manager Of any Of
these periodicals. II he doesn't emf
ploy the young lady directly, he can
give you the address of the agency
that does"
That was all that passed between
US. The professors confidence ended
with that one interview. But when
the new Mrs. wiksrson came to grace
our college halls alone knew where
her husband had found her.
But to this day can't imagine how