The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-02-21

pioyes' entrance. Groups of men and girls at the lockers greeted them and looked curiously after Susie.
 DO you know DickP" Jeff asked, pursuing the subject.
 He went to the University" she said. He liked my waffles." On an impulse she added, T had a date with him once"
 She waited for the surprised lift of Jeff's eyebrows. It did not come.
 Dicks all right" he said. T used to think him quite a baby. hated to have him tagging me around, but he's all right" Jeff got of the elevator with a cheery, Good luck, Susie," and she went on to the gymnasium.
 Sven met her. "Did you drink three glasses of hot water with lemon juice?" he asked suspiciously.
 "Yes, Swen." Susie felt happy, lifted. Jeff knew Dick, admired him. It was almost as if she'd had glimpse of Dick. She hurried to the dressing room and donned the brief suit. On with the task of making herself over for Dick.
 She had her breakfast, a pint of orange juice, one slice of toast so thin that it cracked when she bit into it, black coffee. The day went on, work, rest, hair summing, more orange juice in mid-morning, a glass of water every hour. A young artist made a pen sketch of her while she stunned her hair, another as she lay on a mat with her feet in the air. He was clever artist, a few lines, the face blank. Susie knew the sketches would appear in the paper with the next days les- son.
 Tn the afternoon, after the kneeding and pounding and spank ing, after the restful massage, Em- ma covered Susie with sheet and two girls took over the job. One worked on Susie's nails, finishing with cream rubbed into her hands arms and treatment for her el- bows. The other girl toiled over her feet, pedicuring the nails, trimming the callouses, smoothing them with delightful lotions. Susie drowsed while this was going on, blissfully relaxed.
 Followed a busy week, @ profit able week from MT. Harker's point of view. The drug department re- ported 89 calls in one day for Susie's shampoo, the tea room was swamp ed with orders for Susie's diet. Wo- men called John Harker to com- mend him, to ask questions, even to report progress.
 May we see Susie when you've finished with her?" they asked. And, "Is she 8 real girl? Does she really do all these things?" MT. Harker congratulated Kane and Jeff Bowman on their campaign.
 At the end of the first week poor Susie, the subject, the experimental laboratory for beauty, the guinea pig, had just about reached the end of her own particular string. Sven was merciless, Emma hard as the well known nail, Jeff sympathetic but inflexbile. The fact that Susie lost seven pounds during that first, gruelling week brought her small comfort.
 Her stomach, expanded for 23 years, refused to shrink, Instead, it folded up on itself, paining constantly, gnawing and grinding. She filled the aching void with orange juice, with water. with unsweetened tea. She chewed on her broiled lamb chop and toast to the last thread and crumb. She forced her stiff muscles to per- form miracles in the way of stretch ing and straining and doubling, she frightened her belt three inches.
 It was when the battle had ragged, for seven days that Susie fell; that Is, she was prepared to make the downward plunge had not the faithful Jeff been on the job.
 Sometimes Jeff doubted if he would ever attain success in his chosen field. He knew himsef to be good advertising man, he was fairly bubbling over with ideas. John Harker listened to Jeff's ideas and acted upon many of them, slowly but steadily his pay increased but, to his disgust, Clifford Kane had the last word and got the credit. He Jeff, did the dirty work, the things that didn't show, the mean bits of trouble shooting. And for Susie he