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Mitchell. Will you please show him the regular forms to fill out so we can get him on the payroll? Heaven help us with this new law!"

"OH, Mr. Thompson!" Miss Mitchell was confused and upset all over again.

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At six o'clock that evening, just before the store was to close for the day, Jim Booth walked into the ladies' dresses and coats department and inquired for Miss Wilson. He thought he'd have a little fun with her before telling her the gag was over, and that he re- alized he couldn't work here.

Miss Wilson was an attractive, stylishly dressed lady who appeared to be in her late thirties, just the type of competent lady you'd expect to find running a quality dress shop. She came up to meet Mr. Booth with a friendly smile, radiating the charm and con- fidence which made her so obviously much an excellent saleslady.

"Why, Mr. Booth, how are you? Mr. Thompson told me you'd be coming and I'm so happy to see you. I hope you'll enjoy working with us, and I'd like to introduce you to the other girls here."

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Jim had not expected this reaction at all, and was a bit taken aback. "I appreciate your welcome very much, Miss Wilson, but well, I'll tell you. I was going to string you along on my coming here, but you're just so nice I'll go back and tell Mr. Thompson now that I can't work here. I know your policy has always been to have only sales ladies up here, and it just wouldn't be right for me to be here too.

"But Mr. Thompson said you were experienced. Are you?"!

"Well, yes."

"And he told me how he tried to dissuade you by telling you you'd have to comply with our store regu- lations on salesperson's dress, and how you accepted

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