The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-07-26
Make Strong Showing at Slope Fair; Poultry Displays Good

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had been told c~ourteously, but firmly.
that she was not wanted.
There were various reasons. They
usually suggested that she come back
when she had had q little experience.
But where I'M I to get experienced"
she had asked, . trifle wildly.
That was at the seventh plaoe. Ana
the editor had shrugged, and smiled
kindly, and said he was really very
sorry. Most Of them said they weren't
taking on any one -. lust now -.
Later, perhaps"
1.-TWO more places" she reflected.
"And then it will be all over"
She wondered what girls did when
they didn't have any money, o. any
home.
At the eighth place an office boy
told her the city editor was at lunch.
And If you're looking for . Job" he
volunteered, 1T won't do you any eood
to wait, because he's turned down
about so college girls already"
what made you think I'm q col.
lege girl?" she asked.
The boy grinned.
"Oh, you college girls don't do
nothin' but look for jobs in June" he
told her. There's been q regular
procession Of girls, ever since the
schools closed"
She sighed, and took the elevator to
the street floor. The last place was
across the street.
The city room "a big and dirty,
and full Of smoke. Men sat In their
shirt sleeves smoking pipes. Some OF
them were pounding typewriters.
inere were others sitting about a
huge table. writing with big fat pen
ellis. They all looked exactly like the
men IN the other eight offices. And
the place smelled like all the other
places.
No n paid any attention to her
She approached a man with a greer
shade over his eyes and q ciraret In
his mouth.
will you tell me. please, where 7
can find the city editor"
80 VIC SA1y cOItOE, ne told her.
And that rather took her breath
away.
I'm looking for a job" she said
simply. Il haven't had any exper-
fence. But I know I q write"
No experience at all?"
mo-" she said.
What do you want to do?"
Anything"
Got plenty Of nerve?"
"Oh-yes."
DO you know what an inouirinS
reporter is?"
Yes. I've read the column in your
paper. It's somebody who goes
around asking questions, and then
writes what people tell him."
well" the man grinned amiablv.
its a little more than that. Peonie
are SO dumb. you know. The In
quiring Reporter sort OF puts things
IN their mouths. Whimsical, witty
tnings-f he's clever. Makes EN-
think they said 'em. you know.
wouldn't ever do to misquote any
body. You get it?"
Molly swallowed. It might be sim.
pie enough, but it sounded queer.
on. yes" she declared. II under.
stand"
well. our Inquiring Reporter is
drawn for jury duty" he told her. "If
you think you can do his lob, I'll give
you a try at 1t. Maybe you can hi,
an original slant on the thing. When
90 you want to go to work."
Molly's heart bounded joyfully. and
ner mouth was so dry she could
scarcely swallow. She houed her
voice wouldn't tremble.
Anytime" she said.
tomorrow morning, then" he in.
structed. "Eight-thirty. Bring In
some sample questions when You
come. and we'll 60 over them together.
III send you out with a photoerapher.
Eiehteen dollars q week to start, and
Q If you're worth it,"
Eighteen dollars q week. Well. IL
was q beginning anyhow. Just when
she was getting SO awfully discour-
aged, Too. Her very last chance. in
TACT. It was wonderful, really.
Sne wondered II Rita had been rs
fortunate. But Rita. over their sun
oaes. ~ minutes later. was desolate.
The only offer I had" she de-.
clared, was a chance to model IA :
shop on Boylston street. I want to
use my BRAIN"
five.
Hell have to admit" she reasoned.
mat there's nothing dumb about
getting q position the very first day
you look for one"
And when she met him, she clasned
ms arm happily. Guess what?" xhe
commanded.
You're going homer" he hazarded
hopefully.
7 should say not" she chided.
you'd never guess. I'll have to TEN
10y v 9 position. Jack! A per-
iece!y wonderful position on . Der.
fectly wonderful newspaper"
rs that SOP" he was maddeninv,v
noncommittal.
Aren't you glad?"
why should I be 1lad?"
He pressed her hand lovingly AZ h.
saw the quick tears gather. "Ail rteht.
Sweetheart, I didn't mean to he hst.,
lul. II you're glad. I'm glad. ia
some news Of my own. and you sort
OF took the wind out Of my saiis.
that's ALL" o~As'
Whats your news?" She was frir-
idly polite.
ITO BE Continued)