Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-11-28
CHAPTER 50


THE SUNDAY edition OF The
Houston Chronicle carried a full
page presentation of Sara Sue
Davis, Inc, Counsel in Romance.
Look! Look at that, mammal"
Nathan Epstein barked at his wife
over the breakfast table. "This
woman she gets 100 column inches
free publicity. She never does adj
vertise. Me, l advertise my cloth
ing store six thousand dollar a
wear. Do I get 100 inches free? Do
I get even six inches free! LOOK
at this!"
Mrs. Epstein, however, was q
sensible woman. And calm one,
with a touch of humor.
@ ''Look at the picture, too, Ma
than. Look at her. Then look at
YOU. Maybe better you develop slim
svelte figure, and pose yourself IN
bathinging suit, too, hah? 2" She
chuckled at her husband.
The Chronicle art department
had developed acute enthusiasm
when the photographer put a a.
inch print of Sara Sue before
them. They had, therefore, sug-
gested a page built around that
bathing suit pose, which showed
not only a model figure, but a mil
lion-dollar smile. The editor in turn
had found the enthusiasm conta-
gious, and so the layout showed
Sara Sues lovely form extending
the full length of the page. Inset
photos showed her cottage, her
sign, and three more views of Sara
Sue herself. The headline read:
CAMPUS LOVE GUIDED
BY LOVELY EXPERT
Mr.. Summers, the feature writ
er, had outdone himself. He had
written an excellent story. and had.
shown a proofsheet Of it to the
papers editorial writer. That seri-
ous-minded gentleman had forth
with written a Sunday editorial on
the Importance of Love at College
Age, pointing out that a young
Houston girl had set precedent
which the wise but stodgy college
professors everywhere might well
follow.
1.-THE extra-curricular course
which Mrs. Davis offers a select
few at Rice Institute" the editor
wrote, "is worth more in guiding
youth toward life happiness than
all the mathematics, all the biol
ogy, and all the philosophy COM
bined. It is to be hoped that uni
versities everywhere will in the
near future realize that romance is
not something to be scoffed at, but
is genuine influence in molding
the careers Of" He had great
deal to say, in two columns by IL
inches Of space, his lead editorial
for the day.
Before noon a swarm of Hous-
tonians had started driving out
South Main boulevard to see the
romance cottage. Just to see It.
And a. stream Of pests began
knocking at Sara Sues door want
ing autographs. A lot of intrusive
but well-meaning folk just want
ed to meet her, talk with her, see
If she really was as pretty as she:
appeared in the newspaper.
All Of these were received by a
Ibeaming Negress. Cleopatra Jones,
and her equally happy husband,
Calculus.
"No'm, no sub, Miss Sara Sues
lat church. She be sorry she miss
YOU"
"She at church, ma'am. Yes'n,
she even prettier'n that picture
make her out. She sign yo' book,
I betcha."
MON, she amt here, mann. She
at church with Mr.. Bob Towne, the
end man."
TWAS just ais well that Bob had
taken Sara Sue to church. He had
slipped in ahead Of T. ]. Sanders
on that detail, and had by luck
enabled Sara Sue to escape the
press Of early callers. They went
TO the Baptist church, and Thorn
ton Holgate saw them there.
Great to see you up and about,
Or. tHolgate," Bob assured him.
but Sara Sues stealing your
thunder today?"
II beg pardon 2" s.
Bob laughed. "She's In bigger
headlines than you were. See the
paper?"
Oh. yes, yes, to be sure. Such
untoward publicity is most lament
able, isn't it,"
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