Evening star., 1932-10-09


where in great hurry, but that did
not interest May Middleton
"YoO hoo, Fenderton!' she called, waving
her hand Fenderton saw her and brought his
car to a screaming sop, the tires making black
streaks the asphalt. Didn't you see me,
Fenderton?" she asked rather resentfuliy.
Haven't get a minute, May" Fenderton
declared. Hot after a job. Got to get there
before some other fellow grabs it."
whats the matter" May queried. rs
your father still teing mean Fenderton?"
She referred to the fact that Fenderton's
father irritated by his sons inclination to be
supported in Incidence, had issued an ultima
tum that Fendertcn must get job or be,
practically kicked out of the house Fender
ton however seemed unable to hold job
long
Tactfully he ignored Mays last question.
This is a big thing, May" he said. The
biggest proposition that has come my way since
I was kicked out of-since I left college. I
guess my future is all set now, May If get
there in time"
II suppose you are going to be the manager
of something, aren't you, Fenderton?" May
asked
If YOU want to talk to me you'd better get
In this car" Fenderton said. because I've got
to get to the Bulstrode Airplane Accessory Fac-
tory lust about as fast as can. I tell you,
May" he said when May had climbed beside
him, II won't have much time to drive around
with you when I'm an editor.
uAN editor Fenderton!" may exclaimed
n Are you going to be editor? I
thought you said you were going to the air
plane accessory factory, Fenderton."
You wouldn't understand" Fenderton said
because he was not in the least sure about the
proposed job himself but guess it is some
thing pretty big-with big concern like that
Probably Mr.. Bulstrode is going to-wel, Henry
Ford started a newspaper, didn't he"
q
newspaper man again?" May asked for young
Roper had been reporter on the Westcote
Eagle for three days-until he was kicked out.
II am not in a position to give any facts at
the present time, May" said Fenderton, missing
Junk wagon by scant inch, "but if Mr.. Bull
strobe proposes a newspaper I think it is my
duty to-wen, I don't think newspapers are
such a much. will put it before him plainly
that what aviation needs is a first-class maga-
Zine-about 260 pages. My editorial policy
I guess you'll have to walk home, May"
They had arrived at the door of the Bull
strobe Airplane Accessory Factory. behind
which lay the Bulstrode Field where planes
were constantly arriving and taking of May
obediently got out of the car. She didn't mind
walking home.
II guess maybe you think I've looked around
lot. finding what wanted my Ife-work to
be-" Fenderton said, but I guess I'm fixed
now, May. BY the next time see you, May,
old Fenderton will have his feet pretty firmly
on the ground all right.
ct guess so, Fenderton. Well good-by!" said
May and she tripped away toward Westcote.
TENDERTON entered the Bulstrode factory
] Offices To the girl inside the railing he
presented a card. Printed during his short
stay with the Westcote Eagle, it bore the words
"Fenderton Roper, Journalist"
Il would like to see Mr.. Bulstrode upon
matter connected with editorial work." Fender
ton said And the girl after looking at Fen
derton and his card, stuck plug into the
telephone switchboard.
II guess you want to see Mr.. Mofdck," she
said and spoke into her phone Mr.. Mofhck.
ia gent'mun to see you about editorial work,
you see him?" and then to Fenderton, Ia
third door,.
The man Fenderton found sitting at the desk
inside the third door looked up and said
"Hlo!" and looked at the card Fenderton
handed him. -Sit down." he said. He was a
stocky man with worried look, the look Of
man overworked. What do you want?" he
asked.
II called to see you," said Fenderton in his
grandest manner. regarding this editorial
proposition heard Of Mr.. Mofick. Happen
ing to hear Of it, mean, Mr.. Mofick-"
Editorial proposition" said Mr.. Mofick
questioningly II don't know anything about
any editorial proposition" Then, suddenly he
seemed to remember. "Oh!' he said, you
mean what had in mind for the Bulstrode
Bulletin
From the wire basket on his desk he drew
three copies of the Bulstrode Bulletin, thin
little pamphlets, about IL pages each.
I'VE get this out every month" Mr.. Mofhck
said opening one of the Bulletins and turning
its pages. Mostly stuff the phone girl out
there scrapes together, factory chat. One page
about our sales force. One article about one OF
the Bustrode accessories. Every employe, and
every salesman. and every airplane factory gets