Kay Rogers, Copy Writer — Jane Scott

Kay Rogers had come to New York armed with a portfolio of ideas and research findings -- a portfolio bulging at the seams. But even thus armed, it hadn't been easy getting a berth with an advertising agency. Andrew Stuyvesant, to when Mr. Baldwin, Linda's boss on the Hanover City Times had sent her, had a small agency and couldn't use a beginner, however bright she might be. And Conner, Callender and Bond, with whom Al Dexter, also from Hanover City, had a job, had no place for her. Finally, she had left her portfolio at Thurston-Brice, with a promise from Mr. Thurston that he would look it over and call her.

And -- wonders of wonders -- Thaddeus Thurston could and did appreciate a girl who had done research on foods and fabrics on her own and had faithfully worded her findings.

True, Kay wasn't even a junior copy writer at Thurston-Brice, but the future had begun to take on a rosy hue. And when Helen Alexander, whose standing as a successful copy writer with Thurston-Brice was around -- with Gerard's Pickles and numerous other accounts to her credit -- suggested that Linda take an apartment at Mrs. Adair's in the Village, Kay considered herself well on the way to becoming a real career girl.

As Kay struggles with copy for steamships, lipsticks, molasses, and dyes, two men also come to occupy her thoughts -- the aforementioned Al Dexter and Eric Dwight, free-lance artist and fellow apartment dweller at Mrs. Adair's.