Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-03-03

n YANcY giggled as she read over what she
had written:
Mr.. Andrew McCiven, Acme
Advertising Agency. Dear Sir: Here
is the head of girl who wants that job of
copywriteT you advertised. Though blush to
say 1t, the head contains what Acme adver-
Using needs most - ideas. Proof this appli-
cation is original. Unlike others YOU received.
You'll remember it. More about me tomorrow.
L."
Her eyes twinkled as she reflected, BE
original he said, that time he talked to our
advertising class at the Institute. And original
am, Andy"
Carefully she clipped to the letter part of
a snapshot enlargement showing the back of
her bodied head
Nobody could guess who it is from that"
she assured herself.
She sealed and stamped the envelope,
marked it mo. l." then picked up letter
No. 2. To this she attached picture of her
eyes, cut out of portrait enlargement which
her kid brother. who was nut on photog-
raphy. had made.
Il have two good eyes," she had written,
which l endeavor to keep wide open all day
long, observing people, their buying habits,
their peculiarities, etc. That's important for
one who writes ads, don't you Think More
tomorrow. L.
Nancy had once heard McGiven bawl out
one OF his ad writers. You don't use your
eyes, or you wouldn't write such drivel. If
you're going to be copywriter, you've got
to make business of observing people,
She pictured Andy reading this She could
see that broad grin on his freckled face, see
him run his fingers through that thatch of red
hair.
The danes good" Nancy imagined him
saying. Wonder who she isl
Nancy's eyes grew wistful. A little smile
played around her dimple. This was the way
shealwayslookedw when shestal ID day dream
ing about Andy. Andy, the important head of
the copywriting department of the Acme who
hardly knew that Nancy, just tiny unim-
portant cog in the filing department, even
existed.
Oh yes, he did know she was on the payroll,
unless he had forgotten. For one day, more
than year ago. she had timidly approached
him.
"Mr. McGiven, Id like to be a copywriter,"
she had announced. her voice trembling with
eageness. I'D love to write ads Here are
some ideas l worked out on our laundry
account 1t needs new slant, think"
Andy had looked at her quizzically, then
glanced through what she had written.
Lousy" he grunted Then when he looked
up and saw tears in her eyes. he smiled SYM
pathetically. Sony, Miss er -. l didn't get
your name
Lee" said Nancy, and her heart sank. He
didn't even remember seeing her. I'm in the
filing department"
"Oh, yes remember now. Well, Miss Lee,
why don't you stick to flingl You've got
good job and I'm sure you're very efficient.
Wouldn't it be too bad for Acme to ruin
valuable filler to add to an already bum copy
DEPARTMENT. He grinned. and even though
he broke her heart, she loved that smile, and
his big nervous fingers jabbing at paper with
a pen point. Shaping the glass top of his desk
with ruler, rufaing his hair, always busy at
something
A sensible girl would have quit her foolish
ness after that. and settled down to work for
promotion to chief of the filing department
But Nancy was stubborn. You might suspect
that if you noticed her firm little chin That
was the trouble though. Scarcely anybody did
notice Nancy behind her big shell-rimmed
glasses. which effectively nullified the beauty