CHAPTER 5After two further conferences with Mr. Fitch, the ad-writing wizard of the Kenicott Agency, Mr. Clackworthy, on the afternoon of the third day, took three samples of what was considered the best “teaser” copy to sell “New-Life,” the magic health tonic.
“They’re all so blessed good that I can’t make up my mind,” declared Mr. Clackworthy to the glowing Mr. Fitch. “Here, old man, get yourself a new hat.” And with a wink he slipped the delighted copy writer a carelessly crumpled one-hundred-dollar bill. “Tell you what I’m going to do; I’ll take this copy along and let the other fellows see it. I’ll get back here before the office closes. You go ahead and reserve me a full-page ad in all of the papers, and I’ll trot along.”
But, evidently, Mr. Clackworthy must have had some trouble i
