Radio romances (July-Dec 1945)

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twenty-third annual business meeting at the Commodore Hotel, New York City, during the week of January 10th. You are requested to make your reservation early because of wartime problems." Immediately I felt brighter. The convention, although not the most exciting event in the world, would give me a chance to get away from Worth City. New York was a powerful magnet to me; the smart shops, the theater, the cosmopolitan atmosphere — all that was a tonic to me, and I felt invigorated by the promise of exciting days in the big city. And it would be fun meeting all the people I had corresponded with as Assistant Buyer. The next day I filled in the various forms to comply with the Association's rules and regulations, sent them by airmail to New York; and Mr. Featherstone beamed his approval when I told him I had made plans for the annual trip. "The Bon-Ton has been represented at D.GA meetings since 1902," he said proudly. "I attended a good many meetings, Miss Snyder. Be sure you say hello to Mr. Pollock and to Mr. Goshen. They remember me, of course." To hear him talk, you'd think the meeting was to start next day instead of three months from then, but that was Mr. Featherstone, a regular Rock of Gibraltar (Continued on page 83) Barnsley held my arm and led me to a taxi that seemed to come from nowhere. "I'll drop you off anywhere," he said.