The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-03-01

Pats mouth made a pretty red
o. For Pete's sake!" she breath
ed.
Avidly she read the want ad
again. She moistened her lips.
The fat lady stepped on her and
went unnoticed. Secretarial. {.
Soaring-what the heck is soar
ing? Replace men fifty dol
lars physical source E.
Source minds? Pats brow
furrowed.
At l03rd street she left the bus
and half trotted to her room.
Her mind was whirling. She
stood before her bed, a cute
somebody unconsciously snap
ping the elastic band of her new
skirt that had cost three whole
dollars. Friends would have
known that something audacious
was cooking in Pat Fridays
brain.
In the Columbia Building at
BIS next morning, Miss Patricia
Friday suddenly realized that, so
far, other want ad readers had
been as smart as she. Get there
early? Nearly 40 girls had that
same idea! The line reached al
most back to the elevator. In
stinctively Pat paused to think.
On quick impulse she turned
and went down again. In the
corner drugstore she bought an
ordinary stenographer's note
book and two pencils. She raced
back to the elevator again. A
snappy lad of II operated it.
Look here, mister" Pat
melted him. Its worth a dime
no, a quarter-if you hold my
hat and coat for an hour. Emer-
gency, see?"
She needn't have offered mon
ey; her smile was enough. She
mussed her taffy hair to make it
just a trifle unbecoming. She
stuck one pencil boldly in the
front roll of taffy, donned her
severest frown and approached
the line of girls once more.
There, she spoke loudly.
you will have to be more
quiet" She made it sound as
harsh and authoritative as she
could "Mr. Carr would not ap-
prove of too much noise, am
sure.
Instantly she had their atten-
ton. She was walking primly
toward Suite 20, with its closed
door. There was still more than
half an hour. If only her luck
held!
Give me your names, in turn.
i will list appointments starting
at 9:15. Remember the adver-
tisement. If you can't fully
qualify, l advise you not to
waltz
That took crust, Pat told her.
self. She felt her hands trem-
bling, but she looked at those
girls severely. In a moment she
was at the head of the line, writ
ing.
She asked questions rapidly,
and under each name made a
few shorthand notes. In this pro-
cedure, about half the girls de-
parted on their own. But plenty
remained and more kept coming,
and Pat saw that some held in
their manner a defiance as keen
as her own.
Then Pats heart skipped a
beat when the elevator door
clicked open and out stepped a
man in uniform. Intuition drove
Pat ahead of him to the Suite 20
door. Here, she faced the climax
of her act.
II have the names Of all the
applicants, sir" she said. II as
signed 10-minute appointments
t. each. with the promise of a
return for any you thought ad-
visable."
Excellent" he replied, crisp
ly, fitting a key to the door. II
had no idea there'd be so many!
Tell only the first few to wait.
Telephone Major Sellers that I
have no verification of that wire
from Washington. Call the Brit
ish Embassy and tell them to
You aren't Miss Stuart"
Pats heart stopped complete
ly, or SO it seemed. But she kept
face.
Certainly not" she shot back
as military as he. Il am Miss
Friday. Please, l-let's go in. At
ter you!"
She almost show him
through the door. Then she clos
ed it and put her back to it with
the waiting girls outside. She
looked up at him. He was a
handsome man.
II had to do it," she spoke
much less defiantly. But any
way / don't see any Miss Stuart.
And ! can call your major and