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__CP,TEA1. PRESS ASSOCIATE / //• jt AlLEN EPPES ^*^ SYNOPSIS ' FKED MOSHER, up-and-comiug younc real estate dealer in a southern .town, lour has been the suitor of SUSAN FARMER, who has re Jetted all his proposals because she feels that she has the duty of replenishing the family fortune fortune of her aunt, MISS ALICE FARMER, who lives with Susan on the family plantation. plantation. * * * •YESTERDAY: The head of Dainty Diana Dairies storms Into his advertising department in New York and demands an idea that will sell the company's products. products. . . CHAPTER FOUR DANIEL VAN WERT JONES of Dainty Diana Dairies, Inc., had certainly let himself go. You could almost smell the smoke and feel the flames, "Yes, Mr. Jones," said one or tne employes. mir'P 0 ^ <yes ' me> " said Mr - J °nes. What I want is action—not yes"Naturally," yes"Naturally," said the employe As a matter of fact, we haven't been turning out much origina' material here of late, but—" "Ah! So you admit it! That is generous of you!" "But, as I was going to say," the employe went on, "it's not easy' to think up attractive ideas about milk-and cows and butter. We've got some amusing ideas we coulc use, but we don't dare to be funny when talking about the Dainty Diana cows, knowing how you feel about them." J • "Funny!" said Mr. Jones. "I should say not. I'll have no one poking fun at my cows." He lowered lowered his voice, grew slightly sentimental. sentimental. "Romance is what I want Romance , . . The sunlight ori green meadows, bees buzzing ovei cJover, cows grazing, the smell—" Of barns? 1 ' someone said. "What's that?" "Nothing, sir." Mr. Jones continued. _ "Bubbling brooks/calves cavorting cavorting m the barnyard, ers daughters coming out with their milkpails, singing, laughing, sweet innocence iu the clear country country air, and—" It was then that Roy began to develop his idea. He remembered it now, as the elevator shot upward. It was on the morning when Darnel Van Wert Jones had gone on the warpath that he had suddenly suddenly remembered Lucy Belle, or Mary-Anne or Betty Lou, or what- thought of her since he'd grown up —not since he had spent youthful summers working on his grandmother's grandmother's farm. And then—just like that!—-she was smiling at him over Daniel Van Wert Jones' shoulder- beckoning to him from across the years. Skin like that of the peach< his grandmother had been so prou of, trim ankle, slim of body, wit hair like cornsilk in the sunshin 'and wearing a sunbonnet and gingham gown. . . . "Hello, Ro Leonard, remember me?" his in spiration, no less! For from that moment the bi idea began to loom larger an larger upon the horizon of his men tal processes. The old boy wantei romance, did he? .Well, what wa more romantic than a farmer daughter going out to milk, whil all around her was the scent o new mown hay and rambler roses His thoughts had run riot all tha unforgettable day, and for man days after—playing lag with gen tic-eyed heifers, playful calves golden yellow butter and pitchei of warm creamy milk. A picture from out of his past and Daniel Van Wert Jones howl ing for ideas! He had taken his pencil in nan and had gone to work. Days nights . . . weeks . .. . farmers daughters . . . milkmaids . . cows . . . cows . . . cows. An now— He hurried down,the hall an Hung open his office door. "Hello, darling!" jaid a feminin voice. Roy jumped. He looked—and be held Irene Carter sitting at hi desk. She was holding a handful o photographs. "Hello, Sweetness and Light!" h said. "Where did you get those pic tures?" . "Latest batch," said Irene. "Jus sent down from the broadcastin studio upstairs." She gave them distasteful 'look and tossed ther carelessly aside. "You certainl started something, my lamb, whe you began the search for the typi cal farmer's daughter. What a lo of female pans we've had to loo at. And the letters!" "What's wrong with the letters? Roy asked, on the defensive "An would you mind taking the visitor chair, my love, and giving m mine?" "Certainly not," said Irene, ris ing. "And don't be such a cross patch: 1 do wish you'd push your bed up against the wall, so's yo couldn't get out on the wron side." "I asked what was wrong with the letters," said Roy, seating him self and picking up the photo graphs. ' "Tripe," said Irene. "Pure ant iimple." She shrugged. "However 111 have to admit that our products products do seem to have taken a leap.' She leaned forward, her brown eyes upon Roy's face. "Now tha he contest is well under way darling, darling, can you find a little time fo me?" "I'm stil! pretty busy," Roy enced. "You see, Irene, we've go o keep plugging, so's to—" "So's to make the world 'Dainty Jiana Dairies conscious,'" Irene nterrupted. "Yes, I know. I've do? heard it for weeks—I hear it i my dreams, when I'm not havin nightmares and be:ng chased b wild-eyed cows. But, listen, dar hng, we HAVE been planning t marry, you know, and—" "Yes, Irene, I realize that," l luj said. 'But we can't get anywhere matrimonially speaking, u n t i we ve gotten our financial" statu well established." "Go no further!".Irene laughed 'You're beginning to talk exact! like an advertisement. If it wasn so funny, I'd burst into tears." Roy grinned. "Sorry, Angel," h aid. "I guess I AM in somethin if a_rut. What is it you want t ''Step out—dance—be gay—hav a drink or two!" said Irene. "Heav ens and earth, anything to ge away from those endless faces o countless country maidens!" Sh paused and studied the young mai before her. "Roy, you still want t get married, don't you?" "Sure!" said Roy. "I think everj man should marry." "Thanks. But you needn't gen eralize. I'm not interested in wha you think about other men." Iren glanced at her watch and got up 'I suppose I should fae runriin along. Being private secretary I the unpredictable Mr. Daniel Vai Wert Jones and his cows isn' anything that permits loafing." "I thought you liked your job, said Roy. "You've always sai'< modern girls should have som sort of justification jfor existing "I liked the job a lot," sait Irene "until you started makin me see spotty cows before m eyes." Hoy chuckled. "Sore at me?" he asked. "No, worse luck," said Irene. "Good!" Irene started to say something and changed her mind. Sh walked ci'er to a small hung back of the water cooler an( began doing things to her face. Roy leaned back and wa'tchei her. Darned good looking girl, hi thought, and a fellow ought ti consider himself lucky to have her willing to marry him. And h HAD thought himself lucky a first,' whe'n he ,and Irene had started going around together; tn cocktail parties, dances, the theater, theater, and meeting downstairs fo: lunch. The boss 1 private secretary and a young advertising nonentity who was going places. But now as he watched Irene, he fount limself thinking of her as being a little too hard. Well, maybe not exactly hard, but brittle. Yes, that was the very word. Brittle. Sophisticated Sophisticated as all git-out, and so cock-eyed sure of herself. No fem- nimty. or inclined to let her worldly self-assurance hide it Girls oughtn't to be .like that. <To Be Continued)

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  1. The Mason City Globe-Gazette,
  2. 11 Nov 1941, Tue,
  3. Page 16

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