The Washington times., 1938-01-31

host, Jim Peters, Jeff Lober II
II guess I'll have to give it up,
jim" he said; there just doesn't
seem to be a place for me in this
town. I can't go on living on you
forever.
Peters bullet head shot for
ward. You'll go back to the
coast them" 1t was more an
accusation than question.
you'll admit that you're
licked?"
Jeff hurled himself to his feet.
About rs. his ordinarily clear
blue eyes we're clouded. 1t
wouldn't do to get sore at old
Jim.
II know. Jim-yo- ID never ad-
nit that I've been a drain on
you-and of course I'll pay 1t
back some day and all that sort
of thing; but. well, it just won't
work. I met Clifford, the Nickel
Line steward, today and I can
get transportation to Los Angeles
If III work my way as far AS
San Pedro" His mind set,
jeff would go, Jim knew it. and
1t made him heart7sick. He de-
termined to use his last line Of
attack.
How about-Anne?" He put
It as softly, as casually as ne
could, but the tall man WINGED.
How about her?" he repeated
duly. His big muscular hands
clenched and unclenched rhyth-
mically. You know how about
her. I came here six months ago
to find her, I've looked every day
and almost every highland I
haven't found her or a job. You
know the answer to that. can
always 60 to work in Uncle Eds
gas station back home. And /
can't eat your food for the rest
Of my life"
HOW ABOUT STORES
Jim shifted his line. There
was one field Jeff hadn't tried.
How about department stores?
It would be just about time to
apply for a Christmas job. He'd
make enough out Of it, even II
they fired him when Christmas
came, to hang on a few months
more-and then the break would
come. "I know it will" Jim in
sisted. 1T can feel it in my
bones that you'll find the job
you want and Anne, too, If
you'll stick it out"
"Okay, skipper" His old grin
fitted across his face. Being a
counter jumper isn't exactly
what I came here for-but I'll
do ito prove you wrong If for
no other reason"
The next morning found him
looming head and shoulders over
hundreds of applicants at the
side door of Brickett's, one of
the largest department stores in
the world.
You'll. DO"
A brisk young woman in the
smart black tailored dress was
encouraging. She spoke with a
pronounced Vassar accent which
was slightly disconcerting to a
young man from the Far West.
"Yais," the young woman said,
you'll prawb'ly de-" She scrib-
bled something on a piece OF
paper. Tick this to Mr.. NC
Fardle of the toys" she directed,
and then told Jeff how to find
Mr.. McFardle, who turned out
to be a round faced, jovial man,
addicted to occasional fits of
contemplation.
He glanced at the slip jeff
gave him. On the way up jeff
had look&1 at it. Among other
things it told Mr.. McFardle that
the applicant was definitely
executive calibre.
80 you uh. want to work, uh
In d'pahtmunt staw?" Mr.. Nc
FardIe bent a piercing eye on
jeff, and then without waiting
for a reply jumped into a long
discussion Of the advantages
and disadvantages of such work
When he finished, Mr.. McFar
die bent his head backward, put
his hands behind it. and gazeo
at a crack in the ceiling.
Mr.. McFardle's period Of medi
tation came to an end as sud
denly as it had begun. With a
quick gesture, he brought both
hands down on the desk in from
O1 Il11H. dIlu OL4CC lA4OLC oCeA4 CS
Jeff in the eye. Here, it coulc
be seen, was the dynamic execu
tive at his most dynamic. "Wil
you stah t'day?" He hardly
waited for the young mans noe
Of acceptance. "Then you'll b.
inna pogo sticks" Mr.. McFardlC
announced drean4ilV. Like thI
crisp young woman, he nov
Scribbled furiously, and Jeff wa
directed to the regions Of tn,
sixteenth floor dedicated II
training.
The next few days were sucl
q whirlwind to Jeff Lober tina
he was hardly able to tell jim
what was going on. Legions o
crisp young women, almost a
ways addicted to a throatJ
manner of speech. informed hin