see right through people, but he’s so modest, he won’t talk about it. He once took me to a vaudeville show—I suppose you think that’s terribly lowbrow, but I like it —and there was a dancing team. They were working very hard, but there wasn’t any applause. Tom—Mr. Borge turned to me and said, ‘If they'll continue that whirl they’re doing till they reach the footlight, they’ll get a hand.’ Sure enough—before he’d hardly finished what he was saying, the team did just that and the audience applauded. He’s got a wonderful sense of such things. That’s why he’s so valuable to Mr. Maxwell. I don’t know what they’d do without him over there.
“But really, I mustn’t take up any more of your time. Thank you so much. I hope we'll meet again, and I wish you a most successful recital. I’ve enjoyed meeting you a lot.”
Before Dorothy was aware of it, Miss Weatherby had vanished.
She wondered what sort of interview Miss Weatherby would make of this conversation. The interviewer had done all of the talking. And all about Tommy Borge. So Tommy was a great man! And modest! Well-
Tuesday brought a short item in the Globe, announcing a recital by Dorothy Reitz. Uncle Elfiott brought three copies of the paper with him.
“That’s the stuff!” he said. “Keep your name before the public. How much do you think we appropriate annually for advertising? You'd fall dead if I told you! Keep on pounding in the name of your product and the public will ask for it. That’s the best business principle I know. It doesn’t matter what you're selling. You can put a concert over just as well as you can move a line of fedora hats, if you get behind it and push. People have seen the name of Reitz so much that when they think of
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