Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story Page #3

a detestable slump.

The overhead of this

organization is a can of worms.

This is Mr. Owen...

in charge of our

fiction

department.

Well, thank you both

so much for taking the time

to meet

with me...

thank Dr. Powell.

He cut a tumor out of me once,

thereby prolonging

my unfortunate existence.

Perhaps we should get down to

the short strokes,

hmm, miss Shirley?

We read the manuscript

Dr. Powell submitted.

Lively and engaging, I suppose.

Yes, uh, you have some

promise as a writer...

But not here.

I run a business, not a charity.

We've never published

stories for young women.

Our specialty is adventure,

detective novels and all manner,

of books for

a man's man.

However, since men

are not buying

so many books now

with the war on,

we really would like to

develop women's adventures...

wanted to for years...

we need someone

to apprehend

writers and stories

that will

appeal to women.

I can guarantee your

I can smell a good book

before I even open the cover.

Yes, well now,

Mr. Owen is prepared

to train you

in the position

of a junior editor.

The process of finding material,

however, is very subjective.

Oh, I can find writers that

women will want to read,

as long as it doesn't

preclude me

from submitting my own

manuscripts amongst them.

Well, miss Shirley, they would

have to meet our criteria.

And what is that?

I've never published

anything I didn't like.

That's served me well

for 40 years.

Oh, you'll like

what I find, sir,

as much as you'll grow

to have faith in me.

I'll find a small corner for

miss Shirley to work in, sir.

Come along, miss Shirley.

There ought to be a desk,

underneath all

of that somewhere.

Our research department

will find you lists.

Do what you can.

My office is right there.

Miss Shirley... Please.

Oh, I'm sorry, I was

just taking it all in.

Well, that is a portrait

of Jack Garrison Jr., America's

top mystery raconteur.

A half million copies of his

espionage novels guaranteed

before he puts pen to paper.

Now, you'll have to find men

who can write that way for women

or you'll be wasting your time.

Mr. Owen, I rarely

waste my time.

Besides, if I thought only men

could write for women,

I might not find

anything interesting.

Hmm, yes, well,

I should mention to you

that we have never

published a female author...

Ever.

Oh, blast.

Allow me, doctor.

Ah, all right.

Finish up, Gil.

I want you in the board meeting

in half an hour.

Certainly, I no longer have the

fortitude to continue to serve

this institution, in light

of my deteriorating eyesight.

Ah.

This young fellow is the

foremost surgeon in his class,

and I might add,

in the entire institution.

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