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   Francisco Dominguez & Aire Celeste Norell
   Marie Lecrivain & Angel Uriel Perales
   Sheikha A.
   Steve Abee
   L. Ward Abel
   Carl Abt
   Han Adcock
   Elizabeth Addis
   Aderemi Adegbite
   Adeolu Emmanuel Adesanya
   Neil Aitken
   M.I Akande
   Shahd Al-Shemmari
   Lynn Albanese
   Nicole Alexander
   Scott Alexander
   Alaina Renee Alexander
   Gwyndyn Alexander
   Inalegwu Omapada Alifa
   Maureen Alsop
   Rafael Alvarado
   Steven Alvarez
   Keiko Amano
   Veronica An
   Amy Anderson
   Kristine Anderson
   G.D. Anderson
   Zack Anderson
   Lori Anderson-Moseman
   Grace Andreacchi
   Renae Andruse
   Arlene Ang
   Roger Angle
   Stephen Anstay
   Azure Antoinette
   Theresa Antonia
   Aurora Antonovic
   Maria A Arana
   Carlye Archibeque
   Joseph Armstead
   Feral Artist
   Baron James Ashanti
   Charlene M. Ashendorf
    Askew
   Gregory Austin
   Shawn Aveningo
   maeghanne ayers
   Goodness Lanre Ayoola
   John-Patrick Ayson
   Jim Babwe
   Sophie Bachard
   Vasile Baghiu
   Bridget Bagne
   song-hue bahk
   Michael Baker
   Prerna Bakshi
   Anna Balint
   David Banuelos
   Jared Barbick
   J. Mae Barizo
   Peter Barlow
   Matthew A. Barraza
   James Barros
   Jeni Bate
   Jonathan Beale
   Richard Beban
   Gary Beck
   Gary Beck
   Marjorie R Becker
   Lytton Bell
   Hakim Bellamy
   Michele Beller
   Laura Bellotti
   Stefanie Bennett
   Hayley Berariu
   Kevin Berger
   Lawrence Berger
   Mike Berger, Ph.D.
   Tom Berman
   luis cuauhtemoc berriozabal
   Catherine Berry
   Nick Bertelson
    Besskepp
   Mary Rose Betten
   Robert Beveridge
   Cheryl Beychok
   Gwendolyn Beyer
   François Biajoux
   Heitham Black
   Jarvis Black
   Beau Blue
   Rose Mary Boehm
   Bonnie Bolling
   Julie Bolt
   Lek Borja
   Cristogianni Borsella
   Gerald Bosacker
   Amanda Boschetto
   Wendy Bourke
   Jack G. Bowman
   Jennifer Bradpiece
   Bob Bradshaw
   Marcielle Brandler
   Peter Branson
   Sumiko Braun
   Adam Bresson
   Quiana Briggs
   Jack Bristow
   paulo brito
   Alan Britt
   Michelle Brodeur
   Lynne Bronstein
   Charles Brooks
   zoey brown
   Leah Brown
   Deborah Edler Brown
   Adam Levon Brown
   Jason Sanford Brown
   Bob Browning
   Sir Mark Bruback
   MC Bruce
   Jeffrey Bryant
   Kate Buckley
   Robin M. Buehler
   Ron Burch
   Graham Burchell
   Maria Rose Burgio
   Betsy Burke
   Matt Burns
   Richard Burrill
   Tony Bush
   Zachary C. Bush
   Elissa Calvin
   Joseph Camhi
   Velene Campbell
   Don Kingfisher Campbell
   Don Kingfisher Campbell
   Neil Campbell
   Dana Campbell
   JR Campbell
   Luis Campos
   Janine Canan
   Lyn Cannaday
   Pasquale Capacosa
   Joey Capone
   Hélène Cardona
   Britton Laine Carducci
   D.J. Carlile
   Julia Carlson
   Alicia Carpenter
   Jonathan Carr
   Patricia Carragon
   Oscar Carrasco
   Jared Carter
   Michael Aaron Casares
   John Casey
   Lisa Castro
   Rachael Kelechi Caulker
   Nika Cavat
   Michael Caylo-Baradi
   Steve Ceniceros
   Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
   Michael Ceraolo
    Cerise
   Robert Cesaretti
   Cheryl Chambers
   Lita-Luise Chappell
   Shibani Chattopadhyay
   Lisa Cheby
   Beth Cheng
   Ralph-Michael Chiaia
   Juhi Chowdhury
   David Christensen
   Terry Clark
   Phil Clark
   Darice Clark
   Terry Clark
   Charles Claymore
   Jeanette Clough
   Kim Cochran
   Ed Coet
   Tobi Cogswell
   Megan Coker
   Bruce Colbert
   Karen E. Cole
   Merrill Cole
   Christopher Coleman
   Larry Colker
   Beverly M. Collins
   Christiane Conésa-Bostock
   David Concepcion
   Christiane Conesa-Bostock
   Brendan Connell
   Alice Constantine
   Jack Cooper
   Flavia Cosma
   Rachel Coventry
   R. Paul Craig
   David Cravens
   William Crawford
   Natalie Crick
   Rosemarie Crisafi
   Carla Criscuolo
   Chris Crittenden
   Benjamin Crowley
   Susan Culver
   Bill Cunningham
   Joe Cyr
   Jim D Babwe
   Morgaine d'Abney
   Karen Corcoran Dabkowski
   Daniel Daian
    Dalton
   Catherine Daly
   Iris Dan
   Marie Lecrivain & Daniel Gallik
   Dan Danila
   Michelle Daugherty
   Piper Davenport
   Kathrine David
   Gareth Davies
   Holly Day
   Frank De Canio
   Gregory De Feo
   Steve De France
   J de Salvo
   J. de Salvo
   kumari de Silva
   Pijush Kanti Deb
   Shalla DeGuzman
   JD DeHart
   Diane Dehler
   Aurelius Demarco
   Darren C Demaree
   Gloria Derge
   Chris Derrico
   Lea Deschenes
   Maurice Devitt
   Theo Diamantis
   Mike Dias
   Martin Dickinson
   Edward J DiMaio
   Mark Dixon
   Peggy Dobreer
   Rosemarie Dombrowski
   Francisco J. Dominguez
   Linsly Donnelly
   Lisa Helene Donovan
   Kevin Doran
   Marvin Dorsey
   John Dorsey
   Marvin Louis Dorsey
   Laura A. Lionello & Douglas Richardson
   Doug Draime
   Donelle Dreese
   Dale Duke
   Jawanza Dumisani
   Henri Dumolet
   Max Dunbar
   t. joseph dunn
   Robin Wyatt Dunn
   Tyler Dupuis
    Durenda
   Walter Durk
   Douglas Dvorkin
   Ron Dvorkin
   Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi
   Alfie Ebojo aka alfie numeric
   Elisabeth Adwin Edwards
   Sabrina Edwards
   Patricia J. Edwards
   Miguel Eichelberger
   John Elison
   Julian Ellis
   Neil Ellman
   K. Eltinaé
   R.M. Engelhardt
   Margarita Engle
   Jon Epstein
   Sufi Erter
   Eli Eshaghian
   Michael Estabrook
   Alexis Rhone Fancher
   Richard Fein
   John Feins
   Raymond Fenech
   Emily Fernandez
   Melissa Fischer
   W.S. Fisher
   Jamie Asae FitzGerald
   Amelia Fleetwood
   Jake Fleshner
   John Jay Flicker
   David Flynn
   Arthur Charles Ford
   Liz Fortini
   Sesshu Foster
   Heather Fowler
   Clint Frakes
   Sarah Francois
   Amélie Frank
   Amelie Frank
   Alex M. Frankel
   Allie Frazier
   E.L. Freifeld
   M. Frias Frias-May
   Suzanne Frost
   Delia J. Fry
   Elliott Gabay
   Steven Gabriel
   Timothy Gager
   Daniel Gallik
   J Gamble
   Ishmael Garay
   Jerry Garcia
   Daniel Garcia-Black
   Vince Garofalo
   Gabriella Garofalo
   Yvonne Garrett
   Nelson Gary
   Donna Gebron
   Ulrike Gerbig
   Janice Gero
   Ursula T. Gibson
   Rebecca Gimblett
   Tony Gloeggler
   Steve Goldman
   Vesna Goldsworthy
   Melanie Gonzalez
   Gerda Govine Ituarte
   Jeffrey Graessley
   Allison Grayhurst
   Timothy Green
   Jeff Green
   Jeanie Greensfelder
   Rhoda Greenstone
   Amos Greig
   John Greiner
   John Grey
   Summer Griffiths
   Danielle Grilli
   Brian Grillo
   John Grochalski
   Wendy Grosskopf
   Andrew Grossman
   Ro Gunetilleke
   Kenneth Gurney
   John R. Guthrie
   Grant Guy
   Debashish Haar
   Erik Haber
   Hedy Habra
   Tresha Faye Haefner
   Matthias Hagedorn
   James Hall
   Tom Hamilton
   Danielle Harper
   David Harrington
   William Harris
   Matt Harris
   Dawnell Harrison
   JD Hart
   Jack Harvey
   J. Alana Hauenschild
   Kari J. Hayes
   KJ Hays
   Ann L. Healey
   Eloise Klein Healy
   Jessica Healy
   Jim Heavily
   Dan Hedges
   Paul Hellweg
   Samantha Henderson
   Jack Henry
   David Herrle
   JD Heskin
   Kenneth Hickey
   Jerry Hicks
   Marvin R Hiemstra
   Ed Higgins
   Carlos Hiraldo
   Sherri Hoffman
   Guy Hogan
   Ali Hosseiny
   Dave Houston
   Eric Howard
   Nate Howard
   David Howard
   Bryon D. Howell
   A J Huffman
   Hunter Lee Hughes
   Roger Humes
   Trista Hurley-Waxali
   Elizabeth Iannaci
   Thea Iberall
   Armine Iknadossian
   Gedda Ilves
   Alegria Imperial
   Victor D. Infante
   Victor Infante
   Augustus Invictus
   Tom Irish
   Susan Irvine
   Alexandra Isacson
   Natalie Itzhaki
   Amber Jacob
   Scott Jacobson
   Larry Jaffe
   Sonika Jaggi
   Emmanuel Jakpa
   Matthew James
   Andrea Janov
   T.A. Jennings
   Kait Jensen
   Ivan Jenson
   Dani Jimenez
   Michael Lee Johnson
   Alex Johnson
   Lois P. Jones
   Strider Marcus Jones
   Tao Jones
   Georgia Jones-Davis
   Jasmin Jordan
   Quentin Josephy
   Liu Jue
   Ruth Juris
   Gene Justice
   Gary Justice
   Pete Justus
   Mikel K
   Scott C. Kaestner
   Sheema Kalbasi
   Peycho Kanev
   Rachel Kann
   Jay Kantor
   Paula Sfier Kattan
   Russ Kazmierczak
   James Keane
   Gretchen Keer
   Aaron Keller
   Collin Kelley
   Kamuran Kelly
   Bernard Kennedy
   Raud Kennedy
   Kathleen Kenny
   Stephen Kerr
   Hari Bhajan Khalsa
   Elisabeth Khan
   Just Kibbe
   Jerome Kiel
   lalo kikiriki
   Franklin Lafayette King
   Robert S King
   Ashley King
   Sofia Kioroglou
   Rusty Kjarvik
   Kenny Klein
   LeAnne Kline
   Julia Knobloch
   Philip Kobylarz
   Deborah P Kolodji
   Tracy Koretsky
   Edith Kornfeld
   George Korolog
   Dimitris P. Kraniotis
   Thomas KrÀmer
   Mark Krewatch
   Chris Krueger
   Amanda Krut
   Gerard Kuc
   Christopher Kuhn
   Donna Kuhn
   Len Kuntz
   Craig Kurtz
   Tammy Ho Lai-Ming
   Daniel Lambert
   Anthony Langford
   Donald Langosy
   Ray Lanthier
   Phillip Larrea
   Phillip Larrea
   Wolf Larsen
   Kasandra Larsen
   Ethan Latham
   Lisa LaTourette
   Marie Lecrivain & Laura A. Lionello
   Marianne LaValle-Vincent
   Kevin Lavey
   Judith A. Lawrence
   Eric Lawson
   Richard Leach
   Anne Lecrivain
   Marie Lecrivain
   Noah Lederman
   Emma Lee
   Pete Lee
   Kevin Patrick Lee
   N.M. Leepsa
   Alexandra Leggat
   Laura LeHew
   Gary Lehmann
   Sharmagne Leland-St. John
   Kevin LeMaster
   Michal Lemberger
   Kim Leng
   Roland Lesterin
   Tiffany Lettieri
   P.A. Levy
   Martin Lewis
   Cheyenne Lewis
   Anthony Liccione
   Cynthia Linville
   Laura Lionello
   Zachary Locklin
   Jessica Lopez
   Harold Lorin
   Tess. Lotta
   B.D. Love
   Adam Lowis
   Ron Lucas
   Andrew Lundwall
   Rick Lupert
   Suzan Lustig
   Radomir Luza
   Stosh Machek
   John MacKenna
   Sarah Maclay
   Stefanie Maclin
    Magdalena
   Gary Maggio
   Holly Magill
   Anthony Magistrale
   Marieta Maglas
   Suvi Mahonen
   Donal Mahoney
   Robert Maiolo
   Kelly Ann Malone
   Michael Malota
   Shahé Mankerian
   Angela Consolo Mankiewicz
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   April-May March
   Rick Marlatt
   John Marshall
   Agnes Marton
   Francis Masat
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   Lee Mason
   Anthony Mason
   Johnny Masuda
   Mira N. Mataric
   Ellyn Maybe
   Michelle Mazzetti
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   Ted Mc Carthy
   Austin McCarron
   Terry McCarty
   Paul McConnell
   Brendan McCormack
   Deborah McCreath-Akbar
   Catfish McDaris
   Bray McDonald
   Karen J McDonnell
   Matt McGee
   Allen McGill
   Afric McGlinchey
   Terance James McGunigle
   David McIntire
   Cat Angelique McIntire
   david mclean
   Isobel McQueen
   Fernando Meisenhaulter
    Mephistopheles
   Corey Mesler
   Melissa Michaels
    Mike the Poet
   Scott Miller
   Richard Lee Miller
   Robert John Miller
   Hany Haggag Abdl Mobdy
   Richard Modiano
   William Mohr
   Sonnet Mondal
   Jason Monios
   Leslie Monsour
   Amanda Montei
   Patrick Mooney
   Carl Moore
   Greggory Moore
    Albert Lee Moran
   A.J. Morelli
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   Augusto Munoz
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   Genie Nakano
   JL Nathan
   Nimah Nawwab
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   Jason Neese
   Raghab Nepal
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   Suzanne O'Connell
   Katie O'Loughlin
   Peter O'Niell
   Tom O'Reilly
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   A.J. Odasso
   Rita Odeh
   Kirsten Ogden
   Daniel Olivas
   Maurice Oliver
   Marc Olmstead
   Philip ONeil
   Nzingah Oniwosan
   Chika Onyenezi
   Sergio Ortiz
   David Ishaya Osu
   Scott Thomas Outlar
   Holly Painter
   Lizbeth Palma
   Heather Palmer
   Greg Patrick
   Miss Natalie Patterson
   David E. Patton
   Jared Pearce
   E. Martin Pedersen
   Tim Peeler
   Steve Pelcman
   Angel Perales
   Alice Pero
   Angela J. Perry
   Helen Peterson
   Brenda Petrakos
   Adam Phillips
   James G Piatt
   Rebecca Pierce
   Gareth Pike
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   Shannon Prince
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    Raindog
   Catherine Rajca
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   Kasey Ray
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   Dee Rimbaud
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   John D Robinson
   Paula Rodriguez
   Nydia Rojas
   Daniel Romo
   Emily Rose
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    Sasparella
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   Iris N Schwartz
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   Anthony Seidman
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   Clinton Smith
    smzang
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   Mani Suri
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   John Talbird
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   Allen Taylor
   Mark Taylor
   Barbara A. Taylor
   Jonathan Taylor
   Paul Kareem Tayyar
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    The Unarmed Man
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   Lynne Thompson
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   Sarah Thursday
   Ilona Timoszuk
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    TJungle
   Chrys Tobey
    tolbert
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   A. TOMIC
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   Mary Torregrossa
   Zev Torres
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   Maja Trochimczyk
    Troy
   The TruthHearse
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Carol Schwalberg
November 2017
   

 

Entry Level Copy

    On a steamy day in June, Sally opened the door to Jules Dunay Associates and found Dunay himself sitting in shirtsleeves before an open window overlooking Madison Square Park. There was no air conditioning.
    She said “Good morning,” but he skipped a return hello and immediately started explaining her duties. “When the phone rings, you chirp, ‘Jules Dunay Associates.’ When someone asks for me, even if I’m standing right next to you, say, ‘I’ll see if he’s in.’ Especially if the caller is Buddy Adler. He’s sales manager at Eagle of Troy shirts, our biggest account.”
    Our? There was no one else in the room. Sally wondered if the associates came in later. Almost as though he read her mind, Mr. Dunay jerked a thumb toward an old- fashioned roll-top desk in the near corner of the room. “You also pick up for Mr. Searle and Mr. Harrison, the men who run Fresh Day Shirt. They hardly ever come in, but when they do, they won’t bother you. All they do is pickup mail and messages. No chitchat.”
    Mr. Dunay pointed to a flattop oak desk in the far corner. “Superflex Dry Mat is another kettle of fish. Bill O’Healy will want to talk your ear off, but don’t let him distract you from your work. Whatever you do, never lend him a dime. He drinks like a fish, and you won’t get it back.”
    Mr. Dunay turned his attention back to the tissue drawing on his desk, designing an ad as he spoke. “This is a good entry level spot. I do my own filing and billing, and there aren’t many letters. Shorthand and typing are only a small part of the job.”
    Sally felt relieved for she typed slowly, and after a month of studying shorthand, she could write only “Jake, go bake a cake in the lake.”
    Dunay spread his hairy arms wide. “You’ll handle copy, layout, client contact, merchandising, media. The one thing you won’t do is go out for coffee.” Sally rejoiced.
    She was leaving odd jobs behind her and taking the first step to establishing a real career.
    It was time. She was already twenty.
    Dunay pointed to the sheet of tracing paper in front of him. “When I finish this layout, I want you to make an exact copy. We store them here.” He walked past the partition, which held worktable, chair, and typewriter on a stand, and tapped a stash of old tracings, cardboards, and assorted manila envelopes lying pell-mell along the wall. A cloud of dust mushroomed into the air.
    Sally sneezed. There was no gesundheit.
    Mr. Dunay shrugged. “All the building does is sweep the floor and pick up trash.”
    Sally made a mental note to bring in dust rags.
    He handed her a soft pencil and a type ruler, and told her to copy his layout, a sale ad for a store called N.J. Co-op. She lettered in New Jersey. Her college professors told her never to begin a headline with initials.
    Mr. Dunay came over to inspect. “No, no, N.J. is right. Don’t spell out the name. Just copy what you see.”
    Sally hurried through the next two ads, one for Levinson’s in Springfield, Massachusetts, and another for The Emporium in Allentown, Pennsylvania. “We work for a lot of department stores outside New York, don’t we?” she asked.
    Mr. Dunay nodded. “On Thursdays I travel to see my retail clients, and you’ll have to come into the office by yourself.” He handed her a key and looked at his watch.
    “It’s noon. You’d better go to lunch. Be back at one, and you can do copy for the ads.”
    Writing copy her first day on the job! So much for what her mother said, “A college diploma, and here you are, working as a secretary-- ”
    “Girl Friday. I had to begin writing someplace.”
    Mamma cocked her head toward the ceiling where she made regular contact with the afterlife. “You heard, Marty? Your daughter is working as a secretary, but at only a typist’s pay. I told her college was a waste of time, but oh no, she wouldn’t listen to me.”
    Sally returned from lunch to find her boss sitting at his desk without wearing a shirt or even an undershirt, his black body hair lying in matted curls on his chest. She was so shocked, she blurted out, “Mr. Dunay, your chest is naked!”
    “Oh, grow up!” he growled and handed her a tracing. “Before we send this stuff to the printer, you have to key everything, each headline, each subhead, each block of body copy and type it up. Printers are idiots. They only set what they see.”
    The next day Mr. Dunay dispatched Sally to the Allerg-O- Stop Nose Clip Company. “Mrs. Blaufelt, the owner, wants to change her ad so we’re running a new picture and new copy. Find out what she wants, then come back and write it.”
    Client contact on her second day! Sally was glad she was wearing a new dress.
    She quizzed Mrs. Blaufelt on why the Allerg-O- Stop was superior to all other nose clips, scribbled two pages of notes, returned to the office, and boiled the information down to a hundred words.
    Mr. Dunay scanned the copy and whistled. “All this crap! The whole ad runs only two inches and that includes a picture. The printers will have to set this copy in agate. Let me show you how to cut.”
    What was agate? Sally promised herself to borrow a library book on advertising.
    Mrs. Blaufelt okayed the shortened copy, and Mr. Dunay showed Sally how to make out an insertion order. “Sign this and give yourself the title ‘space buyer.’ Then I’ll check what you’ve filled in.” Sally would read about space buyers, too.
    The next day Mr. Dunay had her go through the mail. “Open anything addressed to the firm, but nothing addressed to me personally.”
    One envelope held a form letter from Smith’s Directory of Advertising Agencies asking for a list of staff. “Don’t bother me with that,” her boss said. “Fill in whatever you like.”
    After putting in Dunay’s name as owner, Sally named herself copy chief and space buyer and sent the Times an announcement that she was the new copy chief.
    She sealed the envelope, and Mr. Dunay yelled “Sally!” He was scowling. “I just got off the phone with Phil Taykin. He owes us a check for his ads in the News. I want you to go up to his office and collect.” Mr. Dunay shook his finger. “Don’t let him put you off, and don’t accept a check for a penny less than a hundred ten dollars.”
    Sally’s heart sank. She lacked her mother’s skill at nagging and yelling, the only techniques Mamma recommended for squeezing money out of deadbeats.
    At Taykin’s storefront, Sally approached a bespectacled man standing at the counter. “Phil Taykin, please.”
    The man looked apprehensive. “Who wants him?”
    “Jules Dunay Associates.”
    The man broke into a grin. “You’re new, aren’t you?” She nodded. “Sorry, Taykin just left.”
    “When will he be back?”
    The man raised his shoulders. “Didn’t say.”
    She came back to the office empty-handed. “The man at the counter said Mr. Taykin was out.”
    Mr. Dunay asked, “What did this man at the counter look like?”
    “Tall, pasty-faced, glasses, kind of a pushed-in nose.”
    Mr. Dunay groaned. “That was Phil Taykin. Damn. I’ll go after the money myself.”
    She felt like an idiot, but Mr. Dunay collected the check and cashed it at Taykin’s bank. “It won’t bounce that way,” he explained to Sally. Mr. Dunay knew how to do everything, she thought.
    Next, he slipped five crisp twenty-dollar bills into an envelope and wrote out a receipt. “Now I want you to take this money to Cameo Studios. They’re in the penthouse. Tell the receptionist you want to see Tony Camarelli. Give the envelope to him, no one else, and make sure he signs the receipt.”
    Sally thought the penthouse looked like another world. Thick beige carpeting covered the floor, and the curved reception desk was a sweep of mirrors. On the wall behind the desk, raised bas-reliefs of women reminded Sally of Mamma’s cameo pin.
    Dust wouldn’t dare gather here.
    The sleek blonde receptionist insisted Mr. Camarelli was busy. Sally said, “Tell him I have an envelope from Mr. Dunay.”
    “Can’t I accept it for him?”
    Sally gulped. She couldn’t fail again, the way she did with Taykin. “No, I have to see him personally.”
    A few minutes later, an oily-looking man with long gray hair appeared. “Here I am, Tony Camarelli in the flesh. What can I do for you?”
    Sally handed him the receipt. He signed with a flourish, but held the paper behind his back. “Not so fast. Don’t you have something for me?” Sally handed him the envelope. Camarelli counted the bills and gave her the receipt. “Tell Julie thanks, and say I’ll expect him tomorrow.”
    Mr. Dunay eyed Sally warily. “Have the receipt?” She pushed it across the desk.
    He nodded. “You did that right.” Sally beamed. “Tomorrow, wear work pants and sensible shoes.”
    Sally left for work in jeans and sneakers. Mamma focused her blue eyes on the ceiling. “Marty, it’s not enough your daughter schleps rags to the office so she can clean, now she goes there dressed like a farmhand.”
    As soon as Sally reached the office, Mr. Dunay told her to grab her purse and a corrugated box with newspaper folded over the top. He carried a bigger carton with picture frames poking out. They took the elevator up to the penthouse. “Stay here,” he barked. He went off into the interior and returned a minute later with a painter’s ladder, which he opened beneath one end of the sign announcing Cameo Studios. He turned to Sally. “Up you go. Stop below the shelf.”
    Sally was afraid of heights, but she took a deep breath and climbed the steps.
    Mr. Dunay handed her hammer, nails, and a large banner. “Hold the banner at the left end. I put a big red dot on it. No, a little higher. More to the right. That’s it. Now hammer it in place.” Sally did as told. “Let the other edge of the banner drop and come down.” He moved the ladder, and Sally nailed the other end in place. The banner read, Jules Dunay Associates.
Down came the cameos, and up went framed pictures of magazine advertisements, some showing Eagle of Troy shirts, but others featuring products Mr. Dunay didn’t represent. After stowing the empty box under the reception desk, Mr. Dunay went into Camarelli’s office and substituted his own family pictures for the photographer’s. “Now to the ground floor.”
    Mr. Dunay slipped the elevator starter a five-dollar bill. The man saluted and darted off. In less than a minute, the wall directory no longer listed a room number after Jules Dunay Associates. It now read, Penthouse.
    Back in the office, Mr. Dunay gave Sally another pile of layouts to trace. “If you absolutely need me, I’ll be at Camarelli’s place, but try not to phone. I have an appointment with Buddy Adler.” Picking up an electric razor, he shaved the heavy growth of beard that cast a gray shadow over his face. Then he combed his curly black hair over his bald spot, put on his jacket, and left.
    On Thursday ,when Mr. Dunay went out of town, Sally came to the office with a sack of lunch, an advertising textbook, and a bag of knitting. Two chapters of the textbook out of the way, she went to work on the Argyle socks she planned as a birthday gift for her almost-fiancé. The complicated pattern kept her eye off the door so she was surprised to hear an English voice, saying “Good morning.”
    The speaker was tall and lean, his face almost skeletal. Instead of a necktie, he wore an ascot. Sally had never seen an ascot or heard an English accent outside the movies. “I’m Sally Fine, Mr. Dunay’s Girl Friday. He’s not in today. And you are-- ?”
    “Dreadfully sorry. Bill O’Healy.”
    “You’re the head of Superflex Dry Mat. I put your mail on the desk.” Every piece had been marked Second or Last Notice.
    O’Healy eased into a chair opposite her own, glanced at the envelopes, and tossed them unopened into the trash. “Adverts,” he explained.
    “What’s a dry mat?”
    “A flong, what engravers use to make the mats you send to newspapers.” Sally nodded knowledgeably, but promised herself to look up mats and flongs in the advertising textbook. O’Healy turned toward her. “How long have you been with Jules?”
    “This is my fourth day. I just graduated from NYU.”
    “This is a good place to learn. Jules worked his way up. By the time he was twenty-five, he was basement advertising manager for Gimbel’s. Saw no future there so he started an agency. Pity.”
    Sally waited for more explanation, but none seemed forthcoming. “Why a pity?”
    “Not cut out for it. Perfect for retail, but can’t go back because he’s been away too long. Has three retail accounts, but the others are mostly local or pitifully small like that tatty excursion man. Can’t recall his name.”
    “Phil Taykin?”
    O’Healy nodded. “Dreadful fellow. Jules duns him constantly. And then there’s that miniscule nose clip business.” O’Healy drew a cigarette case out of his tweed jacket, slipped a cigarette into a holder, lighted up, and took a long drag. “His only account of any size is Eagle of Troy. Basically, Eagle creates its own ads, and Jules splits the fifteen per cent rebate from the magazines. So you see, Jules earns half the fifteen per cent on almost no work, and Eagle saves the other half.”
    “Doesn’t Eagle know this is a one-man agency?” Sally asked.
    “Afraid not. That’s why Jules rents the penthouse when Buddy makes one of his are visits. Jules usually treks over to Eagle.”
    “Can’t Mr. Dunay land national accounts?”
    O’Healy shook his head. “He gives it a go, dear girl, but he’s rather the wallflower, you know. Jules has no contacts, no ins, if you will.” He rummaged around his desk and unearthed a woman’s snakeskin purse. “Met the manufacturer when I was stationed in India. Would you care to buy one? A mere fiver.”
    Sally remembered her boss’s warnings about O’Healy. “I don’t carry much besides carfare.”
    O’Healy started to poke through the papers along the wall. “Jules wouldn’t have a drink around here?”
    Before Sally could stop him or utter a word, all three telephones rang at once, making a racket like a fire alarm. She picked up the closest, caroled “Jules Dunay Associates, hold please,” and raced to the next phone. “Fresh Day Shirt, hold please.”
    O’Healy straightened up from poking among the papers, but made no move to pick up the Superflex phone. Sally caught it on the fourth ring. The caller asked for O’Healy. “I’ll see if he’s in,” she said. O’Healy held his finger to his lips. “He just slipped out.” And he did.
    Sally took messages and returned to the Argyle socks. Art’s birthday fell in October. She missed that deadline because she was a slow knitter; she hoped she would finish them by Christmas. Argyles would be one of her main accomplishments here, that, and learning the advertising business.
    She had hardly finished a row when the door opened again, and two sixtyish men walked in. They both wore conservative gray suits, they both stood about five foot eight, they could have passed as twins.
    The brown-eyed man said, “I’m Mr. Searle.”     The blue- eyed man said, “I’m Mr. Harrison.” Together they said, pointing to Sally, “And you must be Mr. Dunay’s new girl.”
    Sally jumped up to say hello. “And you two are Fresh Day Shirt. I’m Sally Fine.”
    “Pleased to meet you, Miss Fine.” They hustled over to their desk while Sally resumed her knitting.
    As the weeks passed, Sally’s work took on such speed and accuracy that Mr. Dunay even trusted her to deliver page proofs to Buddy Adler. Later, she described him to Mr. Dunay as a blonde dreamboat. Her boss chuckled. “You have the dream part right. He’s married.” That was the closest he ever came to telling a joke. He hardly ever cracked a smile except when he was talking to Tony, a client, or a would-be client.
    From the pictures Mr. Dunay hung in Camarelli’s studio, Sally knew her boss was married and had two children, but he never discussed his personal life or hers. Her boss never found out she had an almost-fiancé who was going to be a famous photographer, and he never seemed any friendlier than a change agent in the subway.
    The more work Sally took over, the more time Mr. Dunay spent phoning potential clients. One day, when he was working the phone and Sally was tracing a layout, the door to the office opened. Neither of them looked up.
    The new arrival croaked, “Julie, what happened?”
    Sally glanced up from her tracing and stared in shock. It couldn’t be but it was.
    Buddy Adler stood before the open door, his tanned face astonished, his legs apart, his arms outstretched, his whole body registering total surprise.     Sally wheeled around. Mr. Dunay had risen from his desk. His face seemed to have turned a deeper gray than usual, his lips parted in an O of surprise.
    For a minute the three of them froze, caught in shock. After an instant, Mr. Dunay recovered himself and smiled. “Let me buy you a cup of coffee.” The two men left.
    Mr. Dunay never alluded to the incident afterward, and Eagle of Troy remained a client, but Sally now knew definitely what she already suspected: she would need to go elsewhere to move ahead. She started attending the Advertising Club’s weekly resume seminars where she learned how to magnify her accomplishments and minimize her inexperience.
    Christmas brought a five-dollar bonus from Mr. Dunay, a ten-dollar bill slipped inside a card from Fresh Day, and a snakeskin purse from Bill O’Healy. Sally gave Art the Argyle socks, shouting “Merry Christmas and Happy Belated Birthday!” He presented her with a diamond engagement ring.
    After he left, Mamma told the ceiling, “Even in Heaven, Marty, you’d need a microscope to find the stone.”
    A month later, a larger advertising agency with an art department, two account executives, and no subtenants hired Sally as copywriter-receptionist. She gave Mr. Dunay two weeks’ notice. He looked glum. “I don’t think you’ve learned enough to move on.”
    Sally felt otherwise. Three weeks later, her ideas helped the new agency land the account for a relatively new rat poison that worked quickly and left no blood, mess, or fuss. She became a full-fledged copywriter with a ten-dollar raise and her own office.
    She returned to thank her old boss for all he had taught her. Mr. Dunay sighed.
    “The assistant I hired isn’t as good as you, but he’s a man so I have to pay him five dollars more.” Sally was torn between anger at a man earning more for worse work and astonishment at Mr. Dunay’s complimenting her, even indirectly.
    Three years sped by. Then one day, while riding a Third Avenue bus during a downpour, Sally spotted a familiar figure trudging along a dreary street in East Harlem.    It was Mr. Dunay, now white at the sideburns, the collar of his overcoat turned up. Rain dripped from the brim of his gray fedora onto his face for he carried no umbrella, nothing but the hallmark of a gofer, an open cardboard box and in it, perhaps a dozen paper cups of coffee.

copyright 2017 Carol Schwalberg