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THE WORLD'S LEADING MOVING PICTURE PUBLICATION
PHOTOPLAY
MAGAZINE
March, 1917
Vol. XI, No. 4
y Roche: Saleslady
The Adventure of The Three Georges
In which Peggy discomfits certain representatives of rival houses by remembering that the horse goes before — not the cart, but the blanket.
By Victor Rousseau
Illustrations
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D. Mitchell
THEM fellers," said Ali, the 4iotel dragoman, "is thicker than thieves. You ain't got no more chance against them, Mees, than me against Pasha Yussouf Effendi if he was to get sore on me."
Ali, of the English Hostel, Jerusalem, had taken a fancy to Miss Peggy Roche since her arrival the day before with her sample cases. Peggy came from Stamford and Ali had worked in a garage there in the palmy days of his life, before family aifairs, coupled with a misunderstanding with the Connecticut government concerning plurality of wives, had driven him back to the stony deserts of his native Syria.
"You see, Mees, they're working glove in fist," he continued. "Your firm ain't got no chance at all against them. For v^^hy? Pasha Yussouf Effendi knows which side his palm's buttered."
HERE is the first of the Peggy Roche stories — the adventures of an American girl in the romantic field of commerce — a new kind of American girl in a new field of industrial endeavor. With this story, Photoplay .Magazine inaugurates its new fiction policy — a bigger and newer and brighter Photoplay Magazine.
Peggy had learned a good deal since her arrival at Jaffa a week before, as representative of the Jim Byrne War Goods Supply C o m p a-n y, of Stamford. Jim Byrne had been making bicycles in a> one story shack before the war broke out, but he had caught the •war orders fever, and between his infection and Peggy's arrival at Jaffa, thanks to the blockading British fleet being busy at the Dardanelles, there were many links, in the main of a personal and confidential nature.
Peggy strolled out upon the veranda*h. From there she could see the city of Jeru.salem spread out beneath her: the high Water Gate, with its new tower, the street car^s recentlv instituted, carrying their motley load of Turkish officers, soldiers, bare-legged Arabs in burnouses, veiled women, Jews, Europeans. Through the narrow winding streets passed camels
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