The Washington times., 1936-12-14

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lieve you're real. Can you imagine,
I haven't seen you since the last
Junior Assembly-last February,
wasn't it?"
He sat her at the little table
where her packages rested, leaning
across it towards her with his
whole soul in his eyes. He was
thinking with bitter-sweet longing,
how lovely she was!
Forget the silly old Assemblies
and the old dowagers who chap
eron them! The workaday world
is heaps more amusing" Ann told
him.
He didn't find it so. He was
moody boy, was Gordon Gavin. A
square peg in a round table.
"You mean you're doing Settle
ment Work with the Junior
Lacquer"
Junior League bunk! Little
AIMS out for cash, old dear-hard
cash-she needs i'll" said little
Ann gaily.
"And what brings you here?"
"My job. My divine new job
of comparison-shopper! I'm a girl
snooper-a sweet girl,spy-a Sec
ond Mata Hari, darling!"
So intent was he on her that
he failed to see a green-eyed, au-
burn-haired girl passing the table.
She had a ripe red mouth whose
underlip she suddenly bit with her
strong white teeth as her slanting
eyes swiftly took in the young
couple.
Another Rival
But Ann, who was intuitive,
glanced up and caught the look.
Gordon, who's that?" she asked
of him.
He shrugged. Nonchalantly.
That's Renita Parrish. Head of
stock. Not a bad egg, in her way"
''You work here?"
Certainly I do. I jingle!"
"You what?"
He grinned. st Jingle! Panties
of the jeune file will bloom in
the Spring, ira la Ia! I write of
the thrilling spiritual qualities of
one-piece combinations! I grow
lyrical on little lace brassieres, my
dear! And positively Shakespear-
can on little pink silk Step-ins."
She laughed. AIMS laugh was
like a freshet of delight. He
glowered at her.
'You think it's so funny for one
who planned-poor fool that he
was-to write the great American
novel;"
."Glorious training, old boy, since
the American novels fairly sizzling
with (shall I say?) intimate
factS!"
pink pajammer stuff? I live
it and eat it and sleep it, demmit!
And I go half insane over what
they call their advertising sched-
ules."
ooh, Gordon, you're darn lucky
to have a job of any sort, these
days! When Mr.. Bradley engaged
me this morning as a comparison
shopper, I didn't know whether
was on my head or my heels!"
Don't let that gink go to your
head! 7 detest him!" snapped
Gordon.
Then stopped, following AIMS
eyes which had Strayed to a near
by table. The gink himself was
watching them
Ann found herself blushing to
a bright rose.
Was it because she had been
found lunching by the boss" with
a young man whom he might we'll
imagine was a total stranger to
her, not knowing their long friend
ship? Or was it because there
was something in the boss" him.
self that was diSturbingly attrac-
tive?
Fool that you are!" she said
to herself, "AS if he'd ever give
a second thought to you out of
three thousand employees in the
store!"
But she knew that, whatever
the nature of her attraction to the
good-looking merchandise man
ager, the one thought uppermost
in her mind was to please him, to
justify the opportunity he had
given her.
Don't let that slave-driver faze
you'll" came the annoyed tones of
Gordon Gavin. "Just because he's
paying you some measly little
salary doesn't mean you've signed
away your SOUL"
Contrasts
Sounds Mephistophelian! Sweet
Marguerite and Faustus!" Ann
pulled herself together, bringing
her look back to Gordon, smiling
at him.
How immature, how suddenly
weak-chinned Gordon seemed in
comparison with the older man!
Yet, at her coming-out ball II
months ago in the Ritz-Carlton,
It had pleased her that the Har-