PHOTOGRAPHERS KICK GONG AROUND. RAYMOND SANDERS AND JIM BATEMAN. STAFF MEMBERS AROUND THE TABLE JUST AFTER THE DEADLINE ARE, left to right: HARUKO KATO, AVIS WOOD, BETTY LU SMITH, DOROTHY CARDON, JUNE LEFGREN, AT THE FILE IS ROSE TAKAHASHI. MEET THE STAFF JOAN ALLRED IS JUST ABOUT TO BEGIN WRITING COPY. BETTY LU SMITH JUST STOPPED LONG ENOUGH FOR THE RIGHT WORD. JUNIOR BLAIR AND JAY RHEES THIN ABOUT AD LAY-OUTS. ROSE TAKAHASHI AND LORRAINE COOK TAKE TIME OUT. 46 WINTER, 1943 BEDTIME (Continued) "You go to sleep!" she said. Ethel sat down and picked up the blue checked gingham dress she was making for Peggy. She held it up to her husband. "Like it?" "Kind of tiny, isn't it?" "Peggy's a tiny girl," she said. "She's getting a bit too smart," he said. "We've let her get away with too much." "But Phil, she's only four." "Well, we're sure of one thing. She can't learn any younger." "But using the hairbrush. Phil, you might have hurt her." "It didn't hurt her." "Did you hear her ask if you were still here?" Phil ducked behind the newspaper. "She doesn't hold any grudges. She knows she deserved it." He glanced down the page of editorials but he wasn't reading them. He was thinking about what Ethel said. Peggy had asked if he were still there. He wondered why she had said that. "A four year old kid doesn't know very much even ours," Ethel was saying. "She might just get to be afraid of you." Afraid. No, Phil thought, Peggy wouldn't be afraid of me. "Mama," Peggy called again. "You go to sleep," Ethel called. "Is Daddy there?" Ethel waited for a moment before she answered. "Does that make any difference?" "Well, can I come out just for a few minutes?" "No, you go right to sleep." "Well can I have a drink, then?" "I'm too busy right now. Anyway, you just had a drink." "Well, my throat's sore." "Now you go to sleep like a good girl or I'll come in to you," Phil said. It was quiet for a minute and then Peggy was crying. "You don't care if I'm not feeling very good," she sobbed. Phil looked up over the paper at Ethel. When Peggy said she had a sore throat Ethel frowned and now her forehead was furrowed. "Maybe she is sick," Phil said to Ethel. "I'll go see," Ethel stood up. "Just a minute," said Phil, "I'll get her a drink." He came back from the kitchen with a glass full of water and took it in to Peggy. "Don't cry, Sis," he said as he sat down on the bed. He held her up against him as she drank the water. "I believe she has a fever," he said. Ethel felt the girl's head. "I don't think so," she said. "She is probably just coming down with a cold." Phil's throat was tight. "Well, maybe you'd better get her an aspirin. Colds can make you feel pretty mean and miserable," he said and cleared his throat. You're Always WELCOME at the WEBER COLLEGE BOOKSTORE and FOUNTAIN 47