STELLA DALLAS
By Olive Higgins Prouly.
... SYNOPSIS.
T, **v,n Y«ar» separation Stella
T>slla« U requested by her hunhand'e at
I'lniej to get "divorce op the around
? ??' ".hr" nbe refuse* she ie
which she will be charged with Immnrnl
conduct with Alfred Munn. an old admirer
from whom *ho received attention while
her daughter, Laurel, 13, wan vinitina h«»p
father. Stephen palla*. In >iew York* Hlie
Indignantly den ro wrongdoing and de
*h» will fight. Stephen In dealrous
of freedom eo that ho mu\ marry Helen
Morrison. a widow, hut after threat by
®f >'®r attorney, to
name Mr,. Morrison an corespondent In a
'"'interaction he_ tclln the latter marriage
in intponnihle. hour yearn lurcr. rinding
liernelf ostracized Stella seeks an Inter
"fy I' Mh. Morr.eon and offers to
set a divorce if nhe will marry Stephen
'7U'‘ i.,^*ur*‘,^?n*1 «'1® *lrl good social
standing. The otter is gladly accepted
hut l.aurel refuses to leme hee mother
oiler her father marries Mrs. Morrison.
(Continued from Yretrrday.)
"So did 1 last summer, those two
days when you left me. I got along
fill right alone, too. Nobody to wash
dishes with, nobody to talk with, nor
lo eat with, nor to sleep with, nor
to do anything with. I know what it
it like. No. mother, you can't live
like that. It Isn't decent.”
"Decent! AYhq,t do you mean?”
"Why. look at" the way the apart
mcn looks, for one thing. Not only
the kitchen, hut all the other rooms,
too. I never saw them in such a
loess.”
"Well, but I didn't know you were
coming. If you'd written—”
'Exactly. Without some human
being to clean up for, and have a little
pride for, this place would look the
way grandpa's used to before he
died, in a. little while. No, mother.
You can never live alone. Come, let’s
change the subject. What show shall
we see tonight?
O
.Stella threw down her dish towl and
sat down at the kitchen table, her
hands dropping limp into her lap
^But I've gone and given your fath
,lls divorce now,” she lamented.
w ' I didn't want a divorce! It will he
all for nothing. If you won t go and
live with hint for a while.”
"Mother. I’ve told you, and told
you, I'm glad you've given father the
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divorce. It was exactly the right
thing to do. Father and Mrs. Mor
rison cared about each other before
you and I ever saw either of them.
You've fixed something right that was
wrong."
"Yes." sneered Stella, “especially
y°u;. I've fixed you fine and right!
Oh." she sighed, her eyes resting
mournfully on Laurel’s back as she
stood before the sink, “it Just almost
kills me to see you doing work like
that. Lollie.”
Laurel was wiping out the large
tin dlshpan. now, with her dishcloth,
which she had just wrung out with
several vigorous little twists. After
wards she hung up the dishpan on a
hook underneath the sink and spread
out the dishcloth to dry on top of It.
Then proceeded to clean the soapstone
sink. She used a small rubber-edged
shovel for the purpose, scooping up
small bits of refuse with It, and
emptying it now and then into her
free hand.
"I like making things bright and
clean," she called out above the loud
scraping noise she was making with
her shovel, "but if you prefer," she
went on cheerfully, “we'll have a
servant. You've often said, since the
divorce, we could afford several ser
vants if we wanted them."
"Oh. but, Lollie, I don't know how
to run a lot of servants. Besides,
what's the use of servants when
there’s nobody to serve? I can’t give
you a coming-out party. I used to
think I could, but I know now I
can't. No. It’s no use. It's not in
me. I've done all I can do for you.”
She lifted her upturned hands, lying
idle In her lap, and then let them
drop, dead and lifeless. "She was
going to bring you out In New York
society, Lollie," she droned on. "she
said she was. You'd be going to din
ners. and dances, and balls. You'd be
having lovely friends—young ladies In
limousines calling mornings for you
to go shopping with them; young men
In limousines calling evenings for you
to go—"
"Mother! Please stop. You’ve told
me all that before."
“I haven't told you one thing. I
haven't said one word about on spe
cial thing. Laurel, listen. If you go
to New York for a season you'll be
almost sure to run across Richard
Grosvenor! He knew Mrs. Morrison,
and—"
"Oh, don't drag in Richard Grosve
nor."
"And if you did—you can’t tell. He
was crazy about you—"
“Now, mother."
“Well, he was."
“I'm all over Richard Grosvenor,
now. mother.”
“You're not. No such thing."
"But I am! I am! I never even
answered his letters last fall.
"His letters'.”
“Yes. He wrote me—twice. Mrs.
M oral son forwarded them. I never told
.win because you were so silly about
him."
Stella shoved her chair back from
the table with a fierce Jerk and stood
up.
"I know why you didn't answer his
letters. I know mighty well! Of
course you couldn't answer his letters!
Of course you couldn't, with him In
college right across the river, here,
likely—no, sure, to look you up In
this hole, and find out we didn't know
any of his Back Bay friends, not a
single one of the young ladies whose
dances he’s been ushering at! Oh, I've
seen his name In the lists in the
papers, too. I've got eyes, and I've
just suffered for you, Lollie. Of
course you couldn't write to him and
have him come here, and find out
how we live, and what sort of a freak
I am—
“Mother!"
"Tliat's all right 1 know—I'm no
tool, I-aurel. Oh. Lollie. please—please,
go to your father Just for a little
while—Just for a year or so. Just long
enough—
"No. mother. I'm not going."
Stella sank down In her chair. It
was useless, futile to beat herself
against this soft child's will once she
had set it i p, Experience had taught
Stella that a big buzzing fly is as in
effectlve-in breaking through a plate
glass barrier.
"Well." gloomily, "what are you
going to do with yourself, then? You
ogn’t hang around a five-roomed
apartment, all your life, can you, read
ing two library hooka a week, and
practicing on a piano two hours a
day?" (Laurel had not taVen any
"courses" this winter.) "What are you
going to do to amuse yourself. I’d like
to know .'
•'I've got a plan,'' nodded Laurel,
smiling.
"Humph."
"I must have something to do, of
course. Busy people are always the
happiest. I'm going to he very busy.
I'm going to be a stenographer,
mother."
"A what?" gasped Stella.
" stenographer. I've thought It all
out.”
."A stenographer !A stenographer.
Stella repeated, and a third time, ' a
stenographer!"
If Laurel had said that she was
going to lie a German spy. Stella
couldn't have been more shocked.
"Yes. mother, dear, a stenographer,
pon t you see it's the one thing I can
be and live along here with you. and
keep up our nice times together eve
nings at the theater and the movies?
And have Sundays with you, and holl
days, and nights? I’m going to start
In, next week—this week. If I can
al the very beat business c ollege there
Is in this city, and work hard. It's
going to he lots of fun!"
"Oh. no, Laurel.” Stella broke out.
"Not that! Not that! Please. Please."
Her voice pleaded, her eyes heseeched.
Implored. "You wouldn't do that. Hay
you wouldn’t, dearie. Please—please.
She grasped hold of Laurel's hand
"Lollle, for my sake! It would kill me,
Lollle!”
Laurel drew her hand away. On,
come, mother. Don's be silly. Don t
be a goose."
3
A stenographer! Laurel, her beauti
ful Laurel, shut up all day long in an
office, reeking with tobacco smoke?
Laurel the servant of a lot of men.
taking dictation. taking orders?
Laurel wearing paper cuffa and elas
tic hands and pencils In her hair;
eating lunch out of a box with a
lot of other girls, also wearing paper
<nffs and elastic bands and pencils
In their hair? No. No. It mustn't
be. It simply mustn't be. Why, even
she herself wouldn't have been a
stenographer.
Stella lay wide awake in the bed
beside Laurel. It whs nearly 2 o’clock.
Laurel had slept like a baby—sweetly,
steadily, all night long so far. She
hadn't changed her position. Twice
Stella had risen and lit the light to
see what time It was. had stopped .«
oment by the side of the bed, and
gazed down upon Laurel.
"Like a lovely Bleeping beauty, she
Is. Oh. my God. she c an't be a stenog
rapher! It would he like planting
an orchid between the cobblestones at.
the corner of Washington and Winter
streets to stick laiurel In front of a
typewriter. Inside of one of the big
grimy office buildings downtown.
She'd pet all dust and dirt Hnd
trampled and spoiled In no time. She
mustn't ho sacrificed like that! Why,
New York would go simply crazy
about Lollle. It would exclaim over
her. oh-arid ah oven her, like the
people at the horticultural show* over
some new amnzlng flower. "Oh,
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Accused “Poison Pen”
Writer Is Released
Eugene Bryant of Hartington.
Neb., wounded war veteran, has been
released from a hospital for the crimi
nal insane at Chester, III. He passed
through Omaha Sunday accompanied
by his sister, Ethel Bryant of Lin
coln, and his brother, Donovan Bry
ant of Hartingtcn.
His release conies as the result
of a two-year legal battle.
He was sent to the hospital
charged with writing "poison pen”
letters to Mrs. A. H. Sbotwell, wife
of a wealthy Chicago candy manu
facturer. demanding that she depoalt
a large sum of money In a loop res
taurant. Mrs. J. -P. Jensen of Blair.
Neb., was active in obtaining hla re
lease.
gracious, what can I do? What can
I do to save the kid?”
She muat do something, and quick
—now. Laurel was all ready to show
now. Next year, the year after—too
late. She'd be touched, handled, brown
on the edges. There'd tie a story
about her—a tale. “She was once a
stenographer, you know.” People
would whisper. “Really! You don't
say!” Any eyebrows would he raised.
That must not occur. Whatever It
cost, by whatever means, that must
be avoided.
About 3 o'clock in the morning
Stella crawled out of bed and, wrap
ping herself up In a blanket, sat down
on the window seat by the open win
dow. She could always think clearer
In a vertical position. "If It wasn't
for me. Laurel would go. I'm the
reason she's tossing aside her oppor
tunlty, dumping her happiness over
board. as If It was so much rubbish
and then scrapping herself—her lovely
self, all ready to sail (yes. that's what
she's like, too—a ship, beautifully
made—beautifully fitted out). Oh,
gracious, what can I do? She's ruin
ing her life for me—for a big old
water-logged hulk like me. (The<Lord
knows how I happen to he her moth
er. Talk about miracles!) Oh. why
couldn't I have whiffed out last sum
nier at that hotel when I was so sick?
She'd have gone to New York then.
Just aa a matter of course. She's be
there, now. today. She'd be under
steam this minute, admired, desired,
flags flying, sun shining. ‘As long
as you're alive.' Those were her
words. Oh, why couldn't T whiff out
now? Hay, why couldn't I feel a little
dizzy and topple over out of t*re win
dow, down there on the concrete—It's
four stories—and clear the Job up
quirk—right now. and no more talk?
"No, 1 can't. I'm afraid. I haven’t
the nerve. I haven’t the guts. It
might only smash me up. Poison
would he letter, or gas. or a revolver.
Polaon—what kind? Gas—how long
would It take? A revolver—where
were they bought? How did ^ou load
them? Oh. It would be horrid—horrid!
I wonder If I dare.
Stella %ot down from the window
seat and went to the bed. The early
light of dawn was In the room now.
like gray smoke. She stood looking
down at Laurel through the thick
Intangible haze for a long time—for
a minute, for two minutes, for three
minutes, perhaps.
“Ought I? oh, gracious, ought I?"
she whispered.
The memory of a certain other
early morning, when she had stood
thus and gazed down upon the sweet [
ly sleeping, defenseless child, recurred
to Stella. Then. also, as now. she had
whispered. "Ought I? Oh. gracious,
ought. 1?” It was when the doctors
were due to arrive In a fwe hours
to perform an operation upon t.ollle
—years ago, h slight operation, only
tonsils hut they were going to make
her Ump and lifeless, and cut her with
a knife.
(f entlnued In The Morning Nee.)
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Stories
BY THORNTON W. HI ROESS.
In patl^nca wa.it and do not frnt.
Your chance you're surely hound to (ret.
— Danny Meadow Mouse.
How Danny Meadow Mouse Escaped.
Danny Meadow Mouse had begun to
think that the dreadful situation he
waa In was going to last forever. You
remember that he was in a rusty old
tomato can, which was bctng knocked
around this way and that by Yowler
the Bob Cat. who was In a aad temper
because he was unable to get Danny
out. Yowler was strong and his big
paws sent that can flyiflg. Sometimes
It would hit against a stump and
bounce off. Sometimes It would go
end over end for quite a distance.
Danny kept hoping that Yowler
would grow tired and leave the old
can alone. "He ought to know by
this time that he can’t get me out of
here,” said Danny to himself. "I
suppose ho thinks he's having fun.
No. 1 don’t either,” he added as he
heard Yowler snarl. "He's lost his
temper and there is no knowing what
he may do now. It s a lucky thing
for me that this old can was lying
right where it was. fjracious, he has
sent me flying this time!”
Yowler had sent Danny flying. He
had caught that can just right and
sent it sailing through the air
straight toward a pile of brush. It
nanny darted out of that old tin
ran and down Into that great
pile of brush
waa a Mg pile of brush, and It waa
Just beyond the edge of the garden In
the woods. Between them Gray Fox.
who had first chased Danny into that
old can, and Yowler had knocked
that can well over toward that side
of the garden.
Danny of course knew nothing
Bbout what part of the garden he was
In. Being shut In as he was, he hail
no chance to peep out, for he kept
s« far away from the little opening
In the end of the can as he poestbly
could. But he waa ready to take
advantage of any opportunity that
might offer.
80 when that old can landed on the
top of that pile of brush. Instead of
coming with a hard thump on the
ground, as Danny had expected, Dan
ny peeped out to discover what it
meant. One quick glance and he un
derstood. Danny darted out of that
old tin can and down into that great
pile of brush Just as Yowler leaped
up after the old can.
Danny can mpve quickly when he
has to. He had come out of that old
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can and gone down into that pile of
brush almost as quickly as you could
wink your eye. Clear down to the
bottom he worked his way. and then
he drew a long breath.
He heard Yowler land on the pile
of brush. He heard Yowler poking
at that old can. Then he heard
Yowler sniff. He was sniffing at the
opening of that can to make sure that
that Mouse was atlll Inside. When
he discovered that Danny had escaped
he flew into a rage. An angrier Bob
Cat never was seen. He knew that
Danny had been smart enough to slip
out of that old can and down under
that pile of brush. He knew that If
he hadn't knocked that old can up on
that pile of brush Danny wouldn't
have had this chance.
My, my, my, how that Bob Cat did
snarl and spit and growl end tear at
that great pile of brush Danny,
down underneath, could hear it all. It
was dreadful to hear, but Danny no
longer feared for his life. He knew
Vowler couldn't possibly pull that
pile of brush to pieces, and that after
a while he would give up and go
away. This Is exactly what Yowler
did do. But It took him all the rest
of that day to get over his bad
temper.
(Copyright, 1»24.)
The next story: "A Good-Natured
Relative."
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Adele Garrison
“My Husband's Love.”
Hie Reception Accorded the Children.
"Oh, Auntie Madge!''
Mary Harrison's somber little face
lighted at the sight of me, and then
her face clouded with instinctive ap
prehension.
"Or must I say 'Aunt Margaret'?"
she faltered, and for the second time
I felt my throat tighten with pity. I
remembered tmly too well the old
command enforced by the child's
dead mother, that "Auntie Madge"
was a name tabooed, and that the
more formal appellation must always
be given me. The chilling shadow
of the mother's sternness was even
yet upon the sense live child, and I
looked furtively at Harriet Bralth
waite, to whom the little girl's ques
tion had hern addressed, wondering
if idle meant to carry out her sister's
code. By something Indefinably tense
in Lillian's attitude, although to all
outward appearances she was en
gaged in helping the boys with the
removal of their wraps, I knew that
she too was listening and watching
for this first indication of what Har
riet Braithwalte's acheme of discipline
would be.
"Not unless you choose, dear." Mrs.
Braithwalte said, and there was a
tender, mothering note in her rich
voice which I never had heard in my
stately sister-in-law's speech before.
''Marion calls her Auntie Madge, and
I suppose you would like to do the
same tiling, is that it?''
Harriet Realise* the Truth.
"No—oo.” Mary said honestly’, "I
guess It's because 'Margaret' seema
sc. old and sober for her. Auntie
Madge sounds young and gay and
laughing. It's like a nice song.”
I caught the swift pain that flashed
Into Harriet Braithwalte's eyes, and
keenly regretted the child's innocent
but unlucky speech. For I knew
that she had touched a sore spot In
her aunt’s heart. For never, no matter
how hard she tried, would Harriet
Braithwaite be able to be a young,
■ ■omradley mother to these children
whom I oould see she already had
mentally adopted. Her age, her tem
perament, her rigid self training of
years all prohibited that. Tender, lov
ing, wise—a rock In any kind of trou
ble—all these she would be, but the
laughter and romping, so dear to
childish hearts, would never be shared
by her.
I followed Lillian's glance to the
tall figure of my brother-in-law, and
realised, as ( think did Harriet also,
that the children would never want
for a playfellow as long as the big
surgeon had strength enough to lift
hls hand or hls head In a game. He
already had swung little Roderick to
his shoulder, where the child sat in
such perfect content that only my
common sense kept me from maudlin
horror that hls dead parents should
be forgotten so soon. But I had to
remalnd myself, sharply, that William
Harrison, though he had loved hls
children and had done the hest he
could for them, rarely saw them In
hls traveling business life and that hls
going was, therefore, little more to
them than the death of any other
acquaintance.
"Well, shall we go up to see Gran
zle now?" he boomed—I already had
communicated Mother Graham’s
wishes to her daughter and son-in
law.
"Sure,” Roderick returned, with the
modern slogan of school children,,
which even the babies pick up un
cannily. •
"Come on. then, and hold tight.
I’ll take you up pickaback. Hang
on to my coat tails, boys.”
Greetings from Their Grandmother.
The two older boys. William and
Robert, gave little gleeful laughs, the
first lightening of their somber faces
and the big man led the procession
upstairs. Harriet followed with an
involuntary, unconsciously wistful
look at Marlon. I would have released
the child, who still clung to me, and
sent her to the other woman, but 1
remembered my promise to my moth
er-ln-law, and kept my arm around
the little girl as we went upstairs
Mother Graham, mindful of the
children, kept all trace of sorrow
out of her eyes and face, simply
kissed and embraced each one warm
ly. Then, with a sly glance at me,
she unfolded her ^>lans.
"Just bring all their bags up to
these two rooms. Richard." she com
manded. "and Margaret, you show
the boys and Mary the chiffonier
drawers and the closet space they
will have. I will take care of Rod
erick's clothing myself," she fin-.;
lshed, kissing the little boy warmly.
Her son-inlaw had put him in he'r
lap at hls first entrance*
"You don’t mean they're all go
ing to sleep In here and the next
room, do you?” Harriet Braithwaite
expostulated.
"Where else would they stay ex
cept In my rooms?" her mother de
manded caustically.
"But.” Mrs. Braithwaite persisted.
"It Isn’t good for either you or the
children to have them—"
"Harriet!" my mother in-law s voice
held the note which she often uses
with me. "When 1 need your help
to tell me how to bring up children.
I’ll ask for It. A* It Is. we ll begin as
we're going to keep on."
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Vacation on Pay.
All members of the Omaha police
department who put in overtime dur
ing the strike of railway shopmen
here in 1922. will be given three days'
vacation on pay. Order to this effect
waa posted today at Central station
over the signature of Chief of Tollce
Peter Dillon.
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little *ugar~.*oated. oliva»colored tablet*
Thay causa tha bowela and livar to act
normally Thay never force them to ua
nature' action.
If yo»* have a “dark brown mouth"- -
bad breath—a dull, tired feeling—tick
headache—torpid liver—constipation, you*’.!
find quick. *ure and pieasant result* from
one or two of Dr. Edward*' OUva Tablet*
at bedtime.
Thouvand* taka them every night just
to keep right. Try them. 15c and *0c.
Tandy MacKenziel
Celebrated
American Tenor
who appears in concert this
evening at the Municipal
Auditorium, makes records
exclusively for the Colum
bia. which we carry in
stock at all times.
We cordially invite you to
call at our Record Depart
ment and hear them.
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Girl Imitates Others to Catch
Masculine Eye
Models Herself on Common Pattern—Should Be
Pleasantly Different in a Crowded Field
N —Be Real Self.
By MARTHA ALLEN.
tt T 1H) all in my power to make
j myself like the girls I see
making a great social suc
cess, ' writes Alice. “An<1 still 1 am
left out. I’m not bad looking and
I’m not stupid. I try to be a good
fellow. I can t see what more there j
Is for me to do.’’
Maybe that la just the trouble. j
Alice, you are too much like others.
The field Is crowded, l-'lnd out what ;
your real self Is, and then be that ]
self. Don’t try to Imitate. If you I
are a little out of the ordinary, not
too much, you will attract the at -
tentlon you crave.
Haven't you ever noticed that wo
men on the street in the Inevitable
sport outfit of tan polo coat and felt
hat look as If they were turned out
by the hundreds from the same pat
tern? They are not Individual wo
men. You never feel Inclined to gi\«
them a second look. But if you pass
a woman In a cape or coat of better
cut with becoming hat other than
the tiresome tan shades you ar* sure
to look twice.
The girl who Is sought after is
generally a definite individual. The
attractive girl is one who Is pleas
antly different. Many girls are not
had looking, not stupid, arid are good
fellows, but the girls who have
personality or a certain charm are
the ones w’ho win attention.
Analyse yourself, Alice, and find
something in whirh you excel. You
surely have a particular gift. Per
haps you can dance better than
others, play a better game of bridge
or< can prepare a tempting meal.
One of the most popular girls. I
know, is one who Is a good listener.
Election Board
Jobs to Women
Political History to Be Made
at Primary Here on
April 8.
For the first time In political his
tory women will lie placed on the
regular election board at the primary
on April 8.
"We are switching all women on
the counting board to the regular
board and putting them in as clerks."
announced Election Commissioner W.
D. McHugh, jr.
"This change is being made because
it was too great a hardship on the
women to remain at voting places far
into the night. Heretofore they re- j
ported at noon and remained until
all work was completed. Now they
will report at 8 in the morning and
finish their work at about 8:30 In the
evening
-M
Mrs. Howard Kennedy will enter
tain six guest* at luncheon at her
home on Wednesday.
“No, No, Nora”
Your ear knows
that this it a bit
when Eddie Can
tor tings it and
The Columbian*
fox-trot it across
A-MS4 on Columbia Rec
s rsrs ords.
Columbia
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Cm* Includes WALTER CATLETT
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SO GLORIOUS ZIEGFE1.D GIRLS
Nlfht,. $1 to S3. Met.. $1.00 to $3 50.
No Phone Order,. No Tickes Laid Awey
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Starke Patterson
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Parisian Trio
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and (omrdv
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John Gilbeit and Barhaia ta MatT !
In “ST. FI MOM
Comedv, "Th* Unreal News Reef*
She can get anyone to tell her a lire,
history In no time.
Go out socially with the belief that
you are doing all In your power to
bring out the best In yourself. And
then forget yourself. Meet everyone
with a friendly eagerness. Stop think
Ing about the Impression you make.
Don't rush rvi'h everyone else for
one man's attention. Be different and
seek the unsought.
Wants to Get Away.
Dear' MU* Allen: You give exeel
lent advice, so I wonder if you could
help me again. It is Friday, hut I'll
try my lu< k anyway, as t just can't
wait any longer. I am a girl of 16.
considered good looking and a good
sport. Hut the fa<-t i«, I must And
some work and that as soon as possi
ble. but how?
You see I live in the country, and
no vacant job In our town, hut I
would like to land something in Co
lumbus. i would clerk or b» a
wriitn - • anything, just so f could
get away from this daily grind and
meet different people.
I have a ninth grade education but
that doesn l take one very far these
days. .Miss Allen, could you tell me
to whom'f could w rite in order to find
some work in the city mentioned
above? Please do not throw this in
the wastebasket hut answer as soon
as you can. Thanking vou. I am
•IFST DESPERATE.
Why not write to the Columbus Tel
egrani. the newspaper there. Insert a
want ad for a position in the paper
and send postage for a copy? You
can then write to the various mer
chandise stores in Columbus and to
the cafe proprietors making applica
tion for a po.-iti -n. You surely ougb>
to have a favorable reply after all
that effort.
There Is really no need lo feel des
perate about finding a job if you have
the Inclination to work and are not
just taking a job to meet different
people. Think of the job first and the
people later.
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