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would appeal to the public.
"As 1 see it," stated Mr.. James Carn
II of the Carlin Motor Sales Co., "aS I see
it. we're bound to get far more publicity
out of it than any damage the-er-fellow who
wins can do U.s."
His yes-man nodded "A great idea. Mr..
Carlin. Lottery of job as salesman for a big
motor agency. Everybody wants a job And
IS it costs nothing we're bound to get thou
sands of entrants. We can't lose"
"Lose?" doomed Mr. Carlin. mot chance.
And by the way don't call it lottery It's a
contest. Perfectly legal. because the contest
ants have nothing to buy
The man had q thought. "Of course.
the winner might not be salesman Wrong
type something.
Mr. Carlin waved this bit of fluff aside.
"What do we care? Well kid him along If
he isn't And-oh I'll see he gets q job here
somewhere, even if he isn't Q salesman.
won't have anything crooked about it."
And thus started something that made the
rolling of a SNOWFALL down hill look exceed
1ngly palid for gathering power. It did seem
that everybody looking for job. And .
job as salesman with the Carlin Motor Sales
Co. wasn't to be shifted at in any kind Of
financial weather. fine concern selling .
fine car the Culpepper eight It sold for 81 ITS
f. o. b. Detroit, and up. And looked twice as
much.
A T TIMES the agency's sales rooms were
mobbed Men clamored for q chance to
sign their names to q blank and deposit same
in q most fascinating looking box. Probably
more men signed those cards than there were
automobile statesmen in the United States 1t
was WOW of a contest and the Carln company
got a load of good advertising out Of it. And
some actual business, too.
It was big moment when the hour Of the
drawing of the number came. There we're
newspaper photographers and reporters on the
scene, few local politicians. the Eastern Off
cials of the Culpepper company and more peo-
pie than could comfortably it in the big sales
rooms.
most ornamental young woman was to put
her hand into the enormous basket, filled with
cards. and draw one-oneI That one was very
important.
Into the basket went her lovely hand. The
flash for the photographers snapped like a bit
of lightning. And then the girl pulled out a
card.
"Read it," doomed Mr. Carlin
"Mr. N. Wadleigh Shedd. 16 Oak terrace"
Nobody spoke or stirred
"Is Mr. Shedd here?" asked Mr. Carlin.
Does anybody know him? No? Well, ladies'
and gentlemen, Mr.. N. Wadiegh Shedd is now
member of the sales force of the Carlin Motor
"The lucky guy" laughed somebody
And now let's switch over to Mr. NJ Wad-
leigh Shedd. you might say. Mr.. Shedd
was unblissfully unaware Of his sudden
fame as anybody could possibly be.
As q matter of fact, he was sumped in the
dusty arms of an old easy chair In his dusty
boarding house room, moodily staring through
the single dusty window. A bit of the blues
had Mr.. Shedd. He was 35 and out Of q job.
50 the indigo interlude was permissible, If not
sensible.
THERE was a buzz at the door and the voice
of his landlady downstairs. Then call up
- him.
"Oh, Mr.. Shedd! Gentleman to see you"
Mr.. Shedd bestirred himself. Callers were
few. Downstairs he went, wondering.
"Mr. Shedd?" inquired young fellow some-
what fambuoyantly dressed. "Well Mr.. Shedd.
you've won. Congratulations"
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