“It looks like I’m about to sign two more stewardesses,” he smiled as he took their cards. His eyes widened as he read the final report. “Why, this is rather remarkable. Doctor Perkins is pretty much of a stickler for detail. A 96 mark from her is about 99 from any other examiner.”
The personnel officer took two blanks from a pile at one corner of his desk.
“Now we’ll get down to the serious business of enrolling you for the stewardess service,” he said.
“You mean we’ve really got the jobs?” asked Jane.
“You certainly have. Your pay starts today with a salary of $125 a month and uniforms furnished by the system. Does that sound attractive?”
“It’s more than attractive,” smiled Sue.
In less than ten minutes they were formally enrolled as members of the Federated Airways’ stewardess service.
“We’ve signed a dozen girls, including you two, and are sending them all west to Cheyenne tonight aboard a special plane. Uniforms are being made here. Take a company taxi and go to the Barclay Tailors on North Michigan Avenue. They are outfitting all of the girls. Be back at the field at five o’clock. Miss Comstock, who is chief of the stewardess service, will be here. Report to her at this office.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Speidel,” said Jane.
“We’ll do our best,” promised Sue.