Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1936-09-26
CHAPTER 4

FAOA kENNELLY was a junior
executive in the Sayre Advertising
Agency and, as such. he enjoyed
the semi-privacy of an Office with
q grilled iron gate in place Of
wall with a door.
Alix Carey, from her position at
the desk in back of him, gazed
over her shoulder to where he was
bent over a scribbling pad. Her
eye travelled down the wide cor
Fidor lined with similar Offices"
and a smile turned up the corners
o. her mouth.
A chance visitor might have
thought it a most extraordinary
organization. There wasn't one
head that wasn't bent over a type
writer or a scribbling pad.
Although she could not see into
the enclosed offices of the senior
executives, she guessed that the
same performance was being re-
peated. All trying to find that
precious little phrase to win pot
Of gold.
Her own contribution was neatly
sealed in her purse. 1t had seemed
like such bright idea the night
before, but now, cycling the copy
department speculatively, she felt
1t to be a poor effort. She knew
how the copy writer's shaved and
conferred and wrote and tore up
the countless phrases that later
flowed out smoothly onto paper
and the ether waves. That was
the work of the copy staff, that
exal4 cd group of young college peo-
pie who talked about "merchan-
dising" and trends" and upward
sweeps" and depression lows" and
were as utterly removed from the
secretarial group as though an i'm
pregnable wall separated them.
Sometimes Alix shook her head
sadly over all that effort and some
times she wondered if copy writer's
were just born copy writer's. She
had seen them come in efficiently,
knew that they had applications as
embarrassing and impossible to fill
out as her own. But once they
were employed (why and with
what qualities she had yet to find
out, she thought) they stepped
easily into that r-bracketed,
Mgher-salared and exclusive group.
Yet Alix gazed at them enviously.
When a girl was a copy writer
she was "a business woman, not
a secretary. She had friends who
had interesting work. She made
enough money to live nicely. She
could have a frock or a hat every
week if she wanted. She had a
future that meant something and
counted.
II think I've got itw Paul Ken
nelly said feverishly and folded a
small slip of paper into an enve-
lope. While he licked the flap he
gazed adoringly on the photograph
Of the girl and two babies on his
desk.
ashes only got a million dol
lars" Alix said under her breath.
""And he's thinking of what that
$500 prize would dol"
Aloud, she said, as the telephone
rang: 1--WE got it. Mr.. Ken
nelly's Office oh, hello, Kath-
leen"-a pleasant surge of feeling
came over her; she hadn't expected
to hear from the other girl because
Kathleen had been casual two days
before. ''. it's grand night
for swimming and not usually
crowded on Thursday. I'll meet
you at the pool at quarter of six :"
Impulsively. on her way out, she
dropped the envelope from her bag
into the box marked Entries for
Slogan Contest. Then she forgot
about it.
Kathleen waved to her from the
pool.
1--WE tried to get you at the Office
after the concert" she said. 1--WE
were SO full of music, Ned took us
up to his house to hear records"
Alix turned over !azily on her