The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1916-06-18
tcoryrisht, 1915, By the Mcclure Newspaper fvudi-
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twenty-one and cold shower
can make one look, stood in the door
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 pair of trousers, in
pattern modish black-and-white.
Jock regarded the gray garment on
his arm with mood. eyes.
"Well, I'd like to know what's the
matter with itP' he demanded, trifie
irrifably.
Emma McChesney, in the act of
surveying her back hair in the mir
ror, paused, hand glass poised half
way, to regard her son.
"All right" she answered cheer
fully. "I'll tell you. It's too young"
"Youngp He held it at arms
length and stared at it. What d'you
mean-young"
Emma McChesney came forward,
wrapping the folds of her kimono
about her. She took the disputed gar
ment in one hand and held it aloft.
81 know that you look like man on
a 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 inn
press the advertising world with the
fact that it needs your expert serv-
ices. You walk into a 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, !"
sad Jock rcsignedly, and turned to-
ward his own room. At his doorway
lie paused and raised his voice slight
": For that matter, they're looking
for young men. Everybody's young.
Why, the biggest men in the advertis-
ire game are just kids" He disap-
pcared within his room, still talking.
Look at McQuirk. advertising man
agcr Of the Combs Car Company.
He's so young he has to disguise
himself in bone-trimmed eyeglasses
with a black ribbon to get away with
it. Look at Hopper, of the Berg,
Shriner Company Pulls down ninety
thousand year, and if he's thirty
five I'll"
well, you asked my advice" in
terruptcd his mothers voice with
that mufflcd effect which is caused by
skirt being slipped over the head,
"ard gave it Wear a white duck
sailor suit with blue anchors and
carry a rcd tin pail and shovel. if
you want to look young. Only get
into it in a jiffy. Son, because break
fast will be ready in ten minutes.
can tell by the way Annie's crashing
the cups. So step lively if you want
to pay your lovely mothers subway
fare"
Ten minutes later the slim young
figure, in its English-fitting black anc
white, sat opposite Emma McChes
ney at the breakfast table and be
tween excited gulps of coffee out
lined a meteoric career in his choser
field. And the more he talked and tn,
roster his figures of speech became
the more silent and thoughtful fel
his mother. She wondered if hv
O'Clock would find droop to the sc
of those young shoulders; if tn
springy young legs in their absurd,
ccant modish trousers would have los
some of their elasticity; if the buoy
ant step in the fat-heeled shoes woul,
not drag a little Thirteen years O
business experience had taught he
to swallow smilingly the bitter pill Q
rebuff. But this boy was TO experienc
his first dose today. She felt agai
that sensation of almost physical nau
sea-that sickness of heart and spiri
which had come over her when sh
had met her first sneer and intolerar
shrug. 1t had been her maiden trip o
the road for the T. A. Buck Feather
loom Petticoat Company. She wa
secretary of that company now, an
moving spirit in its policy. But tn
wound of that first insult still acheC
A word from her would have place
the boy and saved him from curt II
fusals. She withheld that word. H
must fight his tight alone.
81 want to write the kind of ad
Jock was saying excitedly, that 20
see EN- staring at in the subways, an
street cars and L.-trains. I want
sit across the aisle and watch the
upturned faces staring at that oblon
and reading it aloud to each other
Isn't that an awfully obvious necl
tie you're wearing, Jock?" inquired h