Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1930-02-28
SALLY, THE +
SCRUB WOMAN
MODEL
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I'm HER well made dark blue suit
and small, jammed-down hat, with
Just the right amount Of hair pok'
ing out and her cheeks showing
vivid splash Of pink, Sally Field made
an enticing picture-entieing enough
to cause more than one male head to
turn for lingering glance.
A girl with less courage and ambi'
tlon than Sally would have given up
long ago, but she had infinite faith In
her ability to become successful Illus
traitor. She studied at the art school
when there was money enough and
worked as q model Of sorts for other
illustrators when her funds were low.
Engrossed In her thoughts, she headed
up the avenue. Some one called her
name and she turned to see Sara Child
der, the only girl from her old crowd
who felt any sympathy with her ambi-
lions.
Hello. ssllyI Whittier bound at
such a gaitT"
"Tm on my way to Paul Westneld's
studios to pry him loose from a Job"
my dear Not Paul West6eld? Why,
I've heard dozens Of people say that
he Is the hardest man in the city to
work for. Have you ever seen himT
"NO, l haven't but / mean to today,
II have to pretend I'm the iceman to
get In"
"SalIy, Sally, there's no one like
you'll" laughed Sara. "Goodby, dear
girl, and the best Of luck"
At the viaduct Sally stopped, pre-
tending to look down, but In reality
'poking desperately at a clnder that
had lodged in her eye. A pleasantly
impersonal voice made her turn, the
injured eye swimming in tears.
"Can't be Of assistance? My friends
call me the best amateur cinder-re-
mover In town."
"Oh, II you could do something /
should be very grateful" Even in her
one-eyed state Sally could see that
he was young and far from unpleas-
ing to look at.
A moment Of tense. silence, a deft
twist with the corner Of white hand.
ikerchief, and the stranger announced
triumphantly that that particular lump
of coal would bother her no more.
She thanked him and turned quick
,ly, giving him no time to make social
advances, but he followed determined
ly at her side.
II say" he pleaded, whats your
hurry? Couldn't we walk along to-
getherf"
In panic she turned on him, saying
sharply:
II suppose you strike up acQuaint-
.ances with girls every day by making
yourself an indispensable hero. con-
slider a man who makes himself an
noying no better than an ordinary
bum" Before he could utter protest
she flashed into an Office building.
At five minutes to four Sally mount
ed the steps leading to a spacious re-
ception room, her shoulders carried
well back, her chin tilted at Its most
charming angle.
"You have an appointment with MIR.
Westheld?" INTERCEPTED the girl be-
hind the great carved desk.
"No," stated Sally frankly, but
there is no reason why he should not
see me. l shan't take more than FIVE
minutes Of his time II he thinks
won't do"
,.I am sorry hni Mr. Westfield has
without an appointment"
Sally went out, her steps tagging
her head bent In seeming detection.
Shortly after four o'clock, Paul
Westfeld threw down his brush to
rumple his thick blond hair with
paInt-stained fingers.
MARY" he called to the girl at the
desk, "come here a minute, please.
want you to take good look at me-
Do look like common bum to your"
"Why, no sir. you don't. You look
Just as usual"
Mary went out. wondering what had
come over her employer, who was In
variably even tempered.
"Who's there?" he shouted In answer
to knock at the back entrance of
the studio.
The door opened slowly, as though
only by the greatest effort could It be
moved at all, and there appeared
stopped, shaggy old figure, her face
half hidden in peasant shawl, in her
hand bucket and scrub brush.
"Meester Westfeld?" she Quavered.
my seester, she too seeck to work. I
take her place."
VERY we'll" he nodded indifrerently.
The old woman-she looked all of
seventy In her dirty sweater and vol.
luminous sklrts-tOttered slowly across
the room TO I'LL her pail. All during the
cleaning-up process she talked In a
high, Querulous voice that drove the
already disgruntled illustrator almost
10 distraction.
"My good woman, I'm sorry, but
you'll have to stO that talking. I've
had hard day. and must have
quiet"
Out Of the sudden Quletness his out
burst had created. he heard a quiet
voice behind him say:
"Mr Westfield. should like 80
much to work for you. Won't you give
me a CHANGER
He wheeled about, upsettln: the
vase at his elbow, to stare al Snlly
over whose face & mixture OF mIrth
and fright were struggling for mastery.
"The girl with the clnder In her
eye" he stammered. "But how in the
deuce lid you get Inf I've been right
here all the time"
~ am the scrub woman she .,uny.
cred. slumplns GoMn my scesler. she
Seerk. I work fo her."