The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-30


 We first noticed her almost three weeks after her hrst bewil- dered day. Caile Thornton wasn't particularly attractive, though she wasn't homeiy. She looked es though she walked in a trance. She was very sensitive ana dangerously silent.
 We soon discovered that she could write startling good copy. She wrote madly about the stuff that had bored the rest of us. She wrote gayly on the days she looked the saddest. She spattered away on the old office typewriter and pulled out finished, descriptive gems of such dull things as wool and silk underwear or equally un- interesting sales stuff on the days, we found out later, that must have been birthstone hells to live through.
 Callie crept steadily into our blood and affection. She was so queer and unsolvable, that despite her total lack of vivaciousness or personality, or whatever it is that girls should have in large and end- less quantities, we began to feel her spell of strength. We all breezed into the office in the morn ings with more enthusiasm after Callie started her intriguing way, compelling our friendship and daily eompanionship.
 Those days were frenzied short ones, wild, insane and hectic, the two years Callie worked with us; the two years she stood bent to withstand every possible bad break that leered before her. It didn't take us long to learn that Callie wrote copy to forget, wrote it as relief from raw realities and, final ly, as starch to stiffen a magnifi- cent, unshakable courage that had lasted so long that only spurts of matchless imagination, unleashed in descriptive copy, could restore it's power and life.
 Those were the years that heart less Jane Baxter, luxuriated in the title and prestige of advertising manager. Jane bluffed her job from the time she sauntered in around noon till she nonchalantly departed for destination unknown at o'clock in the afternoon. We resentfully at the slick way she 
 unquestionably beautiful and, to some of our masculine superiors, glamorously desirable, but to us she was still beautiful but disgust ingly dumb and irresponsible, be- side, being feminine Simon Legree to the three copy-writing slaves.
 Jane Baxter Refused
 To Be Jealous
 Jane Baxter having once hired Callie Thornton, disdainfully re- fused to be jealous of such an ap- parently uninteresting and unalive person. She promptly forgot Cal- lies existence until that unforget- table day when Callie really wrote copy that made advertising history in that shop and threatened Jane's slippery hold on the throne.
 No one ever forgets the excite ment and confusion of an advertis- ing office once they labor in one. From the early hours of 8 new day when you scarcely dare breathe a mistake in the morning papers ad, through hours of shrill ringing telephones, over miles of floor space, searching for elusive buyers to fiatter and beg for final o.k.'s, through the last mad few seconds before the five o'clock newspaper headlines till the utterly exhausted, washed-up half hours after the ad had been released and the night mare worries start to haunt you because you couldn't seem to re- member whether you changed the right price marks the average day in any advertising office is anything but one of placid and un- ruffled peace.