Charlie Fischer took Jane and Sue up to the second floor of the administration building. They entered a broad hall with chairs ranged along each wall and in every chair was a girl.
Jane’s heart sank for she knew instantly that every one of them was there to apply for the position of stewardess. Sue looked at her and somehow managed a brave smile.
“There’s going to be plenty of competition,” she whispered.
Charlie Fischer glanced at the double row of girls waiting to be called into the office of the personnel director.
“Wait here,” he told Jane and Sue. “I’ll see if we can’t manage to slip through ahead of the rest.”
Jane and Sue sat down in the last two chairs along the hall and Jane looked at their competitors. The girls were all about her own age, most of them very attractive to look upon. They were trim and capable and had the calm bearing which their training had instilled.
A secretary came down the hall, taking the names and addresses of each girl. Finally she reached Jane and Sue and they gave their names.
“What is your Chicago address?” she asked.
“We just arrived,” explained Jane, “and hope to see Mr. Speidel this morning.”
“I’m afraid you won’t be able to see him today. There are all those girls ahead of you,” the secretary advised.