but thought he could arrange it for her. He promised to send a letter to the club.
With this assurance to fall back upon, she persuaded Jarvis to go to the office of one of the newer managers who seemed to be of an open mind in regard to untried playwrights. She showed him a magazine article about this “live wire,” named over his productions, and repeated his cordial invitation to new writers.
Jarvis set forth reluctantly. He liked salesman work as little as he had expected to. But he felt he owed some effort to Bambi, since he was her guest, and her mind was so set on his success.
This time the cheeky-faced office boy admitted that the manager was in. He accepted and scrutinized Jarvis’s card with disdain, but on his return from the inner office he ejaculated, “Wait!” So Jarvis sat down for his second endurance feat. The same Johnnies and Billies and Fays came to this office in their endless seeking. He began to vision the great, ceaseless army of them “making the rounds,” as they call it, often hungry and tired. They were most of them uneducated, you could tell by their speech, for all their long “a’s” and short “r’s.” That they were physically unadapted to the profession was obvious enough in many cases. They
