The Washington herald., 1915-08-22
tCopyrSht. 1871
rOCK McChesney, looking as

way of his mothers bedroom. His
toilette had halted abruptly at the
bathrobe stage. One of those bulky
garments swathet his slim figure,
while over his left arm hung gray
tweed Norfolk coat. From his right
hand dangled a par OF trousers, IN
pattern modish black-and-white.
Jock regarded tie gray garment OH
his arm with mood. eyes.
well, Id like to know what's the
matter with it, he demanded. trifc
irrifably.
Emma McChesney. IN the act OF
surveying her back hair in the mir
TOR, paused, hand glass poised half
way. to regard her son.
"All right" she answered cheer
fully. "I'll tell you. It's too young"
Young" He held it at arms
length and stared at il. What d'you
mean-young
Emma McChesncy came forward,
wrapping the folds OF her kinono
about her. She took the disputed gar
ment in one hand and held it aioft.
az know that you look like a man on
magazine cover in it. But Norfolk
suits spell tennis, and seashore, and
elegant leisure. And you're going out
this morning, Son. to interview bust
ness men. You're going to try to I'M
press the advertising world with the
fact that it needs your expert serv-
ices You walk into business Office
in a Norfolk suit. and everybody
from the office boy to the president
OF the company will ask you what
your score is.
She tossed it back over his arm.
I'll wear the black and white"
said lock resigncdly, and turned to-
ward his own room. At his doorway
he paused and raised his voice slight
": Tor that matter, they're looking
for Young men. Evervbody's Young.
Why. the biggest men in the advertis
ing game are Just kids" He disap-
peared within Ills room. still talking.
LOCI; at McOuirk, advertising man
agcr OF the Combs Car Company.
Hes 50 young he has to disguise
himself in bone-trimmed eyeglasses
with black ribbon to get away with
il Look At Hopper. of the Berg,
Shrincr Company. Pulls down ninety
Thousand a year, ard if he's thirty
five I'LL"
''N-cll. YOU asked my advice" in
te-rupted his. mothers voice with
that untitled cfcc; which is caused by
skirt being slipped over the head,
"and l gave it. Wear white duck
sailor suit with blue anchors and
carry d red tin pail and a shovel, if
you want to look Young. Only get
into it in jify, Son, because break
fast will be ready in ten minutes. |
can tell by the way Armies crashing
the cups So step lively if you want
to pay your lovely mo,her's subway
fare"
Ten minutes later the slim young
figure, in its English-htting black and
white, sat opposite Emma McChes-
new at the breakfast table and be-
tween excited gulps of coffee out
lined meteoric career in his chosen
field. And the more he talked and the
roster his figures OF speech became,
the more silent and thoughtful fell
his mother. She wondered if five
o'clock would find droop to the set
OF those young shoulders; if the
springv Young legs in their absurdly
scant r7odlsh trousers would have lost
some OF their elasticity; if the buoy
ant step in the fat-heeled shoes would
not drag 4 little. Thirteen years of
business experience had taught her
to swallow smilinglv the bitter pill Of
rebuff But this boy was to experience
his first dose today. She felt again
that sensation Of almost physical maui
sea-that sickness Of heart and spirit
which had come over her when she
had met her first sheer and intolerant
shrug 1t had been her maiden trip on
the road for the 7. a. Buck Feather
loom Petticoat Company. She was
secretary of that company now. and
moving spirit in its policy. But the
wound Of that first insult still ached
A word from her would have placed
the boy and saved him from curt re-
fusals She withheld that word. He
must fight his fight alone.
81 want to write the kind of ad,
Jock was saying exeitedly. that you
see EN- staring at in the subways, and
street cars and L-trains. want to
81. across the aisle and watch their
upturned faces staring at that oblong.
and reading it aloud to each other"
Isn't that an awfully obvious neck
tie you're wearing, jock" inquired his
mother irrelevantly.
This You ought to see some of
them. This is Quaker stock in COM
parison." He glanced down con.
placently at the vivid-hued silken
scarf that the seasons mode demand
ed. Immediately he was off again.
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