Imperial Valley press., 1936-11-29

ogre, fixed his eyes upon me in the manner of
Poes Raven and shrieked Who helped you
with this letter." I replied that no one had
helped me, had done it with my own little
hands, Grandma. He didn't believe me. After
a few more very personal questions he dis
missed me. considered myself lucky to have
escaped with my life.
INCIDENTALLY, about two days after this
| experience I happened to sit beside Mr..
Worple on street car. He was having very
animated conversation-wth himself.
Deciding that business was not my forte, and
having heard that a wealthy family was look
ing for a governess to travel around the world
with them taking care of the children l decided
to apply for this position. 1t seemed good way
to get around the world, so I put on my best
clothes, had my hair waved, and went to apply
I had scarcely gotten as far as stating my
name, let alone qualifications, when i was re-
iected with the words: You won't do. You are
too good looking Il was extremely fattered at
this), at least 20 years too young, and fairly
blonde" gathered that the mamma of the fam
lily was doing the hiring. Faced with these in
surmountable obstacles I took my leave, re-
marking that if nothing turned up and my hair
turned gray I'd be back in 20 years
After this latest rebuff I went home and
brooded for awhile.
Since employment agencies were OF no use,
applications at stores of no use, and everyone
thought me of no use to them, decided prac-
tcally as last resort, to answer the Help
Wanted ads in the newspapers. l wanted
to do the thing properly, you know, ike they
do in the movies. Seeing movies gives one
great regard for the fitness of things. l real
lied that engaging in this want ad deal should
have the proper atmosphere. But much to my
sorrow it was impossible Since it was midsum-
mer could hardly hope for or wait for rain
I have only one outfit suitable for wear on my
iob-hunting tours. 1t has not that indispensable
quality of ragged gentility so necessary to the
movies. The outfit is fairly new and the only
thing about it that fitted in with the cinema
idea of girls looking at Help Wanted ads is
that it is fairly becoming. Perhaps it is quite
as we'll that didn't wait for the early autumn
rains as / know / never could look quite so
charmingly pathetic as, for example, Miss Jean
Arthur did in Mr.. Deeds Goes to Town" under
the same intoerabe circumstances, In fact it
takes all my energy and skill to look charming
under the most favorable conditions. How those
lasses manage to do it is more than my feeble
brain can fathom.
should also have been hungry. Three days
| believe, is the prescribed period to go sans
food. Then one takes to the park bench to read
the papers and meet the handsome young man,
millionaire in disguise, who takes the heroine
out, after the correct amount of protest on her
part feeds her swell meal and after proper
very proper, courtship, marries her and they
live in the most terrifying luxury for the rest
of their lives. Here far greater difficulty
than the weather situation acts of God,
simply could not go without food for three
days millionaire not. And no millionaire,
young old, would conceivaby waste sec
ond look me if l had gone minus food for
three days.
"A /EIL, said millionaire might upon glanc-
Wv ing in my direction, wonder how anyone
young could look so haggard. 1t is torture
for me to miss meal The mind recoils, the
body shudders, as try to conceive of the full
horror, the exquisite agony, of missing nine
meals in row. No, definitely decided, must
dispense with the hunger angle Only the park
bench remained And if not the park, which is
too far from the center of town. at least nice
square in the very best district. I repaired to
bench and took out the want ad sections. started
to read. And here the last and only bit of at
mosphere, the last vestige of doing the thing