, 1921-03-17
Joan's Job
By RUBY DOUGLAS

envy before she felt that she could
reasonably expect to consider herself
a mural dee orator.
Art for arts sake" she had had
diDned into her artistic ears ever since
she began to know the hungry-looking
students who %frequented the academy
and whom she found, after all, the
most c~ompanionable souls in the world.
But" said wise little Joan to herself,
II must do something this summer or
there will be no art at all for me in
the autumn. l must earn some
money"
Joan went so far as to make this
remark in the presence of an old
friend of her late father, a man of
considerable Importance in the bust
ness world.
"Can you paint signs. Joan?" he
asked her.
Joan's artistic sou quaked for a mo-
ment and then she spoke up bravely:
II think / could paint a sign very
well, Mr.. Butler" she replied.
"We nav difficulty in finding really
intelligent artists whom we can trust
to send up into the country to do u
advertising painting-rubber tires. you
know"
Joan did know. Who did not know
that well-known sign for the Wonder
Tires Of the Butler Rubber company?
We've never employed n woman,
but now that you've got h vote" he
laughed, II see no reason why you
shouldn't have all sorts of jobs"
81 know l could do the work, Mr..
Butler, and 1 might enjoy the variety
of environment" Joan remarked.
It'll be some variety up there in
the hills of New Hampshire, believe
me, GIRL John Butler told her. But
come around to my office tomorrow
morning and well make the arrange
ments."
By evening of the following day
Joan was engaged by the Butler Rub
Der company to paint signs in certain
territory in New Hampshire overlook
ing motor routes. She was to have a
little car in which to ravel from place
to place and a very liberal expense
account. The car was to be fitted out
with a portable, folding ladder, a paint
box necessary for the work and every
convenience. Joan was so enthusiastic
that she fairly walked upon air all
during the week that she was getting
together her few clothes to work in
and he necessary luggage.
among other things, JOAN" Mr..
Butler said when he. shook hands with
her on her departure, "youll learn to
eat pie for breakfast"
"That1l be easy, Mr.. Butler. 1 hope
everything else will be as pleasant to
accomplish" Joan was a little nervous
as she left the city to follow the route
map fastened on the windshield before
her. which she should have known by
heart, so often had she studied 1t.
e The first night found her, without
accident or important incident, In the
heart of the Berkshire mountains in
an inn recommended by Mr.. Butler.
She was tired of body, but ate the
homely supper and drank a glass of
milk. sought her bed and slept like a
baby.
Early he following morning she was
up and in he dining room for the
hearty breakfast of blueberries, cereal,
toast, bacon and pie with coffee. She
went to the garage and got out her
little car and set out for the town in
New Hampshire. seventy-odd miles
beyond, in which she was to find the
place for her first sign.
She enjoyed the second days driv.
ing, and the mountain air was already
beginning to buoy up her dropping
spirits.
The first thing that met her eye
when she arrived in the town she
sought was a big, implanted barn.
why not a sign on that?" said Joan
to herself.
II was not long before she had nego-
ffated with the farmer's wife IN nainf