Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1941)

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■ Had Kay undertaken too impossible a task when she married John Fair child? and of hers as the wife of one of his employes. She always felt almost as if he expected her to courtsey to him in gratitude for his generosity in giving her husband a job. But today, through her new awareness, she realized that according to his lights, Mr. Clark was important, the most important man in Walnut Grove, in fact, because he possessed the most money and the most power. John was important, too. His job at the bank was second-incommand to Mr. Clark's, but all the same he was an employe. And Mr. Clark was bound to observe the social distinctions by condescending to John Fairchild's wife. Her good feeling persisted. She visited the "Journal" office, where she had a long talk with Andy Clayton, the editor and publisher of the town's only newspaper. Then she picked up the evening dress she was going to wear to the Country Club Dance that evening. At the dressmaker's, she ran into Eleanor Clark, the bank president's daughter. Here again, she noticed something for the first time — how much 'of Mr. Clark had been reproduced in his daughter. The arrogance, the desire for power, the need for admiration and attention, they were all there in the girl, somewhat softened by her femininity, but by no means obscured. And thinking of these things made Kay glad she had only Peg to deal with, for, after all, Peg was an angel — if a misguided one — compared to Eleanor. SHE returned to the house a few minutes before noon to hear from Mattie, the vast colored woman who had been with the Fairchilds for so long that she seemed like one of the family, that "Miss Peg gone out in a hurry 'bout fifteen minutes ago." Further questioning disclosed that Peg's departure had been in answer to a telephone call from a man. Kay smiled secretively. Andy Clayton hadn't wasted any time. Now there was nothing to do but wait. Bud came racketing into the house and Kay had lunch with him, as usual. That is, she sat at the table with him, but she was too nervous to eat. She only half listened, one ear cocked for the sound of Peg's return, while he prattled about being elected captain of the baseball team. In spite of her listening for it, she almost dropped her fork when she heard the front door JANUARY, 1941 slam and Peg's voice, shrill with excitement, calling. "Kay! Mattie! Where is everybody?" The next instant, she exploded into the dining room. "Kay! Bud! I've got a job!" she cried, dancing around the table. Bud raised an eyebrow and snorted derisively. "But it's true!" Peg said. "Andy Clayton called me up this morning and offered me a job. Just like that!" Inwardly, Kay breathed a sigh of relief. Andy had put it over. Apparently, Peg suspected nothing. "You don't mean Andy Clayton has given you a job on the 'Journal'?" she exclaimed. "Yes, he has," Peg said proudly. "But— I don't understand," Kay said. Peg tossed her head. "Andy Clayton called me and said he thought a gossip column about the younger set would be good in the 'Journal' and he wanted it to be written by somebody in the younger set, because that way it would be more authentic and everything, and right away when he thought of the column, he thought of me to write it, because I'm always running around with that crowd and — " here she hesitated a little, " — well — because he knew you'd been such a good newspaper woman before you came here to live and maybe you could help me a little at first — and so he called me up and asked me if I thought I could write it and I said I thought I could and — so — I have the job. Whew!" And she laughed gayly, all out of breath from her long speech. Kay laughed, too. But she was laughing with appreciation for Andy Clayton's wisdom. What a good psychologist he was, she thought, to have played on Peg's vanity so neatly. "Why that's wonderful," she said. "When do you start?" "Right away," Peg said breathlessly. "I'm to write up tonight's Country Club Dance — sort of a trial piece. Gosh, I hope I can make it." "Of course, you can," Kay said. Bud stood up from the table. He looked Peg up and down, shaking his head with mock amazement. Peg made a grab for him, but he evaded her and ran out of the room, with a whoop of laughter. "He's awful," Peg said with a small smile. She looked a little timidly at Kay. "Kay — " she ven 17