The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-20
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When 4 Girl
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1 Max Hoadley eyed me shrewdly, appraisingly, before he replied. Then he spoke in a voice of unmistakable approval.
 Some little business woman! You'll l bear watching," he said, Any rule ping in for a chat when they re in the 1 lbuilding?'
 1 Not at all,' I replied. But don't pass the word along to your adver-+ 1 Using man. If all the advertisers took 1 to consulting me I'd not have much time to concentrate on the big ac- counts. I've just discovered writer who knows the wholesale millinery game from a fiction standpoint, and he's a find from the point of view of storytelling. There's a double value to stuff as good and as distinctive his. I'm on any way now to suggest to MT. Booth that we negotiate with him for series. And we'll arrange l to go back to the advertising. pages with five six columns of his story l each month and surround your copy in way to feature it. Like the idea?'' Its great! You're a humdinger. I'll l mosey along now and let you put this second deal over for me-" gurgled MT. Hoadley. But don't you forget I'm going to keep my eye on yoh- 1 You're what I call a. darn clever little | girl. Bear watching. Slong." 1 And MT. HoadIey trudeed out. 1eav- ing to wonder why this man who filled me with distaste for the second 1 time inspired me to clear and quick | business judgment. 1 Naturally I'd refused to go to lunch | with Max Hoad1ey. But how I was going to get the sandwich and glass of milk I'd spoken of so compIacent- l ly I didn't know. The two dollars | went from the shelter of Jeanine's | apartment to the hotel had dwindled | to fifteen cents. Cut off from the check Miss Storrs had been sending me each week, and with the rent from my apartment not due for, several | days, I was in g. bad fix. With a tinse of self-pity I hate to let myself feel, I thought of the good old days when I had a bank account. stood drumming nervously on the 1 desk with taut fingers, staring at a pile of manuscript I'd just gone 1 through.
 It's lunch time and want to eats I reflected bitterly. "Well-T can't. Not with fifteen cents cash balance Suddenly I had Inspiration F'linging myself into my chair, I be- gan to rumnage my desk In the bot tom drawer I found what I wanted. Vouchers. I laid the pad on ton of my desk and made out a nasty order for half my first weeks salary to be paid in advance. This was business. This was the obvious way for me to get the money needed so badly that two days before I'd walk around the block three times trying to find cour- age to go into a pawn n-shop. When I'd made out the order, picked up the story I regarded as a find" and with it in one hand and T. l, marched into CarPs office. He look ed up eagerly:
 Find anything worth whiIe?" he asked in the completely business-lilxe tone, which was just what I wanted to hear.
 "One story that will probably be worth considering after it's been changed a bit. One that looks like an actual find Here it is Carl, and here's my idea about how to make it count an asset to the advertising as well as real literary discovery l announced, going on to tell him of my idea to strengthen our position with the "Hoadley's Hats" account and other firms in the same line
 You're a wonder Carl declared when I'd finished. "The advertising and editorial have to tie up and if we happen to be running a good story on subject relevant to some of our advertising. why shouldn't we try to let our make up, produce the psychology of suggestion? It hurts no one and makes the advertiser think we're interested in bringing him results. You're some little busi- ness woman, Annei"
 This will prove it,'' I said lightly.
 As I spoke I openedssthe folded voucher and laid it in front of Carl. He glanced down at it. stared at t for a moment and then turned his eyes to mine. Their searching look demanded something of me.
 "Business!" I ventured with an effort at ease. though my throat felt tight and dry.
 "Business?' repeated Carl.
 Then he swung his chair round Sd it faced mine. He made no move tu . sign the vouchers, but sat regarding me with a look of growing intent> ness.
 (To Be Continued.