Clara Bow doesn’t seem to have any more luck with her secretaries than some big business men. The first one married Clara’s pappy, and the second is yelling Clara ain’t done right by her. The day after secretarial rumpus number two started in the newspapers, Clara received an application for the position. It read:
“I am a capable stenographer, intelligent and refined, but am now working as a librarian. This work is dull and sedentary and I would like a change.”
Young lady, I am no fortune teller, but I can tell you that if you get the job, you are going to get your wish.
Photoplay, January of 1931. Written by James R. Quirk.