Henderson daily dispatch., 1937-06-30
CHAPTER "a


cia was plunged into work that
engrossed = every waking hour.
True to his word, Garrett had
given her more than a fair chance
to prove her ability with his pub
fishing firm, and she was finding
genuine thrill in her work. No
longer concerned with the old
axioms for advertising-to create
an overpowering demand for some
item through various subtle ap-
peals to pride, hunger, love or
other vital erhotion-she now was
concerned with interpreting fic-
tional characters. Her prime aim
was to capture the spirit Of the
authors story, to create illustra-
lions that would make the story
live and breathe for the reader.
Somehow she relished the idea Of
trying to satisfy people. rather
than to make them yearn for
something they couldn't or
shouldn't have.
Wisely Garrett led Marcia into
her new work gradually. Once he
was convinced she had the ability,
he gave her some broadsideS to
design, advance notices that were
to go to book dealers. Then he
gave her short stories to illustrate,
stories never destined to be printed
but which served the important
purpose Of training. Finally, he
entrusted to her care the illustra-
lions for the lead story in their
deluxe magazine, Golden Era.
Marcia's efforts were rewarded for
the drawings of amusing sophlstl-
cation were destined to find their
place readily in the hearts Of the
readers.
She had been working with Gar
rett slightly over a month, when
she realized suddenly that she had
seen or heard little Of Sandy. True,
he had called several times, but
only once had he brought the con-
versation around to anything per-
sonal. That was when he asked
somewhat pointedly if she had
anything new to tell me-? The
telephone was no place to conflde
romantic secrets, and furthermore
Marcia had not forgotten her re-
solve to wait for Sandy to make
the first move.
Ironically enough, she realized
that the work she was doing now
might more logically be combined
with marriage. It did not drain
all of her energy and enthusiasm
as did the more pressing CONNER
cial work. At first she missed the
ever crowding headlines, the hus-
tie and hustle of the agency. But
gradually she came to appreciate
the unhurried hours when she was
left to her own devices. Sandy
had said he was pleased with her
new work, but it seemed to present
to him no change Of their prob
lem.
.. Marcia had Z established her
Office at home, and one day while
experimenting with some color
work, the bell tangled viciously.
She jumped up and her irritation
at the interruption vanished as she
saw Ellen in the doorway.
"Why, you old fraud! Where've
you been keeping yourself" and
Marcia gave her friend some ap-
praising glances.
"At least not on the shelf as
you've been doing. Why don't you
come out and mingle with decent
folk once in a while? You're too
young to be a hermit" Ellen said,
putting her arm across Marcia's
slim shoulders.
"And then 7 haven't any beard.
There's always that drawback to
being hermit" the artist replied,
pulling out a chair and Offering
her guest a cigaret. Heavens,
but I'm glad to see you. What's
new with you?" She almost
dreaded the answer, remembering
the impasse Ellen and Tony had
met in their married lives. Were
they still together?
"Well, did you know I was
working. again? With another
aCency-this time the Walthers
company" Ellen admitted. Mar
cia was more disappointed than
che wanted to admit, remembering
Elen's ardent desire to have 9
husband and a home.
But Tony? Does he approve p
si&s asked, hoping she wouldn't
f:lsi the two had separated.
ellen took long breath, ther
told her how she had worked thei1
problem out to this solution: g.
seem to be a born manager, Mar
cia-and Tony just won't be man
aged! When I wasn't working
vas making him my business, try
ing to make him do the things