Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1921-03-18
Joan's Job
By RUBY DOUGLAS

reasonably expect to consider herseh
a mural dec orator.
"Art for arts sake" she had had
1inned 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 companionable souls in the world.
But" said wise little Joan to herself,
4 must do something this summer or
there will be no art at ali for me in
The autumn. must earn some
money"
Joan went so far as to make this
remark in the presence of an old
friend of her late father, man OF
considerable importance in the busi-
ness world.
Can you paint signs, .Joan?" he
asked her.
Joan's artistic soul quaked for mo-
ment and then she spoke up bravely:
II think ] could paint a sign very
well, MIR. Butler" she replied.
1--WE have difficulty in finding really
Intelligent artists whom we can trust
TO send up into the country to do our
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 a woman,
but now that you've got the vote, he
laughed, II see no reason why you
shouldn't have all sorts of jobs.
81 know could do the work, MIR.
Butler, and | 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 We'll make the arrange
nIents."
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 travel from place
to place and a very liberal expense
account. The car was TO be fitted out
with portable, folding ladder, 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 the necessary luggage.
fr
Butler said when he shook hands with
her on her departure. you'll learn TO
eat pie for breakfast
'"That'll be easy, Mr.. Butler. hope
everything else will be as pleasant TO
accomplish" Joan was 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 it.
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
bomely supper and drank a glass of
milk, sought her bed and slept like a
baby.
Early the following morning she was
up and in the 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 big, implanted barn.
"Why not a sign on that?" said Joan
to herself.
1t was not long before she had nego-
| tiated with the farmers wife TO paint
the side of the barn with beautiful
| picture advertising the Wonder Tires.
Not only that, she had negotiated for
board and lodging and garage room in
the barn during the time it would take
her to paiEt the sign.
Bright and early the following
morning she was out of doors looking
over the field. She had put on her
working uniform of brown wash goods
"a neat knickerbocker suit with
tailored shirt, red tie and short
sleeves. She was pretty picture on
the step-ladder, giving the old barn its
! first coat of paint
'Dearie," called the farmers wife
about noon that day.
Joan skipped down the ladder and
ran TO the house. "What is II, Mrs.
Niller?" asked Joan, feeling at home
in the motherly presence of the farm
ers wife.
"Somethin' strange has happened,
and ! want to ask. you what / had
best do. low you know more about
business etiquette than / do"
Joan laughed. How little she really
did know.
"A young man Just came here 70