Evening star., 1932-10-09
CHAPTER FL.
A MAN Judy had never seen be-
Y fore came looking for her, fol-
lowing a page.

~ lowing a page.
4 4 Miss AlliSon?"
YES" Judy said.
I'm John Flavin. The Beauty
Builder account Is one of mine. And
Mr.. jerks. the client, wants to meet
you. Vans you to come over to his
ONCE. I'll go along. He's so tickled
about the show he's got new idea of
Eome kind. Can you get away now?"
L Dick would be through in a
moment with the noon program. Then
he was going down to the drug store
with her to have a sandwich, to talk for
the scant half hour he had to spare be-
lore his next time on the air.
But Judy had learned things in her
Few days on the air. Learned that eli
ents must not be told to wait. Learned
that plans or engagements mean moth
iEg at all when the client speaks. Yes,
of course Mr.. Flavin. Just a moment
though. I've got to leave note"
He grinned. For Dick, eh?"
Don't worry. Miss Allison. Every
body knows. Can't keep secrets around
radio station, you know"
Everybody knows? Knows what?
That Dick Mason looks at you through
the glass while you're watching a show
from the gallery? That he has lunch
with you every day in the drug store
downstairs? That he waits to see you
before going in to set the program every
morning? Judy's cheeks burned. Sud-
denly she put the pencil back in her
bag. Tell Mr. Mason l had to go over
END see the client" she said to a page
boy, who grinned knowingly as he
nodded. Then she said: I'm ready, Mr..
Fiavin. Shall We go?"
She said little as they rode across
town to the big building on Michigan
avenue. The advertising man talked
about programs, ebout people Names
that would have thrilled Judy Allison
week ago. Names that meant nothing
at all now, but people you saw and
listened to, people who were not at all
Olympisn, people with problems and
worries like her own. She answered
Yes sometimes. then No" then, Il
hadn't heard And the advertising
man, sensing her aloofness. nodded a
little, remembering how she had flushed
when he mentioned Dick. At last he
said with elaborate disinterest, Dick
Mason's a good announcer, isn't he,
Miss Allison?"
Il think he's the best I've ever
heard" Judy said quickly. Then flush
ed again at the amused look on Flavin's
face
Too bad he dosen't get Of of the
studio side" he said.
Why"
Simple enough. He gets a salary.
Works a half-dozen shows day. Some
times more. All for one salary. But
II he were free-lance, he could sell
himself direct to the same clients.
Maybe for a lot more money. You
see?"
Yes. But doesn't that take money!"
No. Takes being forced to Go it,
that's all"
Oh She was silent, thinking. If
Dick wasn't working at the studio if
he had to 60 and see peop!e-the thing
he hated to do-he might overcome
his shyness, be might suddenly reach
the earning power he needed if his
worry was to end.
Here We are Miss Allison TF-ty
ninth floor"
They shot upward breathlessly, the
door snapped open, they emerged into
a lobby elaborately done in black and
silver, with moderne desks of metal and
glass. with deep-cnshioned metal chairs. !
Mr.. jerks" FTavin told the girl at
the desk. Mr.. Flavin and Miss Alli-
son calling"
oh. Miss Allison!" The girl stared
unaffectedly. Then, Il heard YOU yes
Thank you" Judy murmured, trying
to be casual, trying not to feel suddenly
important
. This was the first time any one on
the outside had caid. Il heard vou."
This was the first of all the people
who heard her whom Judy Allison had
met. girl as old as herself. or older:
2 girl probably better trained, cleverer.
than Judy Allison of Hiawatha; but
because Judy Allison was talking on the
air she was somebody of importance, to
this girl Funny!
Like mother, writing from home. Il
hear you every morning Mrs. Thorn
burgh always comes over, and Mrs. !
has stayed home from the store. He
dosent say a word. but know how he |
feels. He's got everybody in town lis |
tenlng for you. They say they always
Knew you'd sound fine on the radio. |
And your father hopes you'll send a
picture. We haven't new picture of
you, you know. Your father is worry
ing good deal about the mortgage. But
tt rays it doesn't matter what happens
as lcng as our daughter is successful |
We're so proud of you. Judy, knowing
you've really. got en- important job and |
knowing you're helping so many people. |
Do you write those things yourself? I
guess you do, because it souads lust
exactly like you talking, every word
You say. The way you talked about
reducing. I declare I laughed for an
hour. And I'm trying that exercise
you gave, and I guess maybe 7 don't /
do it quite right. because it dosen't |
seem to help, Wish you'd write and |
tell me about it with all the secrets. !
so IN lose some weight. Maybe that |
Faul Whiteman diet you said he told |
YOU about. I've been worrying about
Hello" small man said Miss !
Allison?"
"Yes" !
He shook hands vigorously
I'm the man who pays the bills No. /
body at all. Names jerks. Adelbert
A. Jenks." He ckuckled self conscious
1y. "Flavin let's get some lurch. Miss ,
Allison, you're free for lunch?"
Flavin nodded.
Yes" Judy said
That's fine. I've been wanting to |
have good, long talk with you. And
MI. Days coming along, too. Oh, FL
ton"
Elton Day appeared from the inner
Office. Yes, ADJ"
You know Miss Allison? Oh, of
course. You're the one that insisted on
having her on the program, even when
everybody else thought :"
And wasn't really right?" Day in
terrupted, hurridly.
Sure we're. That Burdette girl"
Judy" said Day, dcggedly, a little
too loudly. lis the best voice in the
bJs!ne5s. Going to put her on some
more programs, Ad'
You are not!' the little man said
quickly.
about it.
Judy shook her head, started to speak.
but again Day warded off danger with
quick, staccato words.
Yes. Ad. judy and I've been talking