The Washington times., 1936-12-15

Then go to the different depart
ments to check up if representa-
ticns made are actually so in point
Of fact, and whether the values
given are true values"
Thought Ann, considerably
cheered up: "a tall order for an
ignOramus!" But she was anxious
OF learn, and only too willing to
take orders.
AFTERWARDS" continued the
merchandise manager, you must
shop the similar advertisements of
our competitors, going to their
stores and personally examining
the quality and workmanship Of
like goods. Lingerie, for instance.
Today we've a sale in lingerie Of
cheaper quality, and so has Lacy's.
You could drop over there, and see
how the women are responding to
it in comparison to our own sale.
OF course not giving any inkling
to the staff that you happen to be
a comparison-shopper, you under
stand"
I'll do my very best, Mr.. Brad
ley" Ann said quickly. She was
about to move away.
1T might be a good idea for you
to drop into our advertising con-
ference at 2::3O in my office. It'll
help you to ge5 a grasp of the
business" Paul Bradley suggested.
CHAPTER VIII
Gordon Gavin never took his
eyes off Ann Delafield during the
advertising conference on the sixth
floor.
Renita Parrish, who had no real
reason to be present, kept her
strange green orbS three-fourthS Of
the time on Gordon Gavin, and
one-fourth on Ann Delafield, while
the sulty gaze of Brenda Selz was
fixed, as though oblivious OF any
thing else, on the handsome mer-
chandise-manager.
The air sizzled with something
over and above business!
BY grapevine telegraph, the word
had gone around the store that a
pretty society girl, on the strength
of her beauty and background,
had been engaged by Mr.. Bradley,
who had been completely bowled
over by her, and so had Gordon
Gavin, whom she had picKeu up.
in the restaurant at lunch, bare
facedly.
That she was high-hat too, and
had cockily set up h er opinion
against that of the Gift Shop
buyer, who was going to have her
discharged.
That she was a vamp, and an
interloper, and had come here for
a whim, being bored with Park
Avenue and probably seeking male
worlds to conquer.
Not o only was Gordon Gavin
staring at her, bewitched Chat
was the word but the art director
Of the advertising as well! This
was too much, albeit thrilling,
when he was not only Cora
Schmidt's admirer but it was alb.
Solutelv essential for him to keep
his wits about him at the confer
ence, for it was no small job tn be
~eS~onsihle for thousands nf Illus
trated ads weekly. and this was
the occasion Of the big Sunday
layout.
Cora Schmidt seemed unaware
of it, however. From her fingertip
tangled a bracelet of crystal and
beads in fancy design. Thus con-
spicuously poised above the assort-
ment Of baubles in the lap of the
buyer of costume jewelry. Brenda
Selz saw it and turned purple. The
bracelet she'd turned down. right
here in Mr.. Bradley's own office!
Incredible!
Mr. Rro dlev was calling upon the
ha~ buyer tn show the goods that
ho bad selected for the Sunday ad.
This here little number seems an
AL proposition to mo" said the
bag buyer. who, though careless of
his grammar. was endowed with a
sixth sense when it came to antici-
pating the desires Of "Wimmin"-
and he held up the very bag that
had rejected from Ann
Delafield!
Miss Selz nearly passed out!
But the advertiSing-head and
the merchandise-manager okayed
his choice and other items, and it
came to her own turn. Was it her
fancy. or was there a sliRhtlv an
tagonistic look in Mr.. Pradlev's
eve as he informed her that her
snace for Sunday must he cut in
less than half this week?
Was this retribution?
The conference continued.
Brenda could now have left, hut
the bracelet on the tip of the
finger of the Costume Jewelry
buyer held her, willy-nilly.
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