I graduated from Northwestern in early summer 1952 and as a wonderful graduation gift received a six-week trip to Europe with one of my sorority sisters. We went from Scotland to Italy and had a fabulous time, but on our return I settled down at the Barbizon Hotel for Women in New York and started looking for work. Just this year a book about the Barbizon was published and I mean to read it because I had a very pleasant time there for about a year and a half in a big corner room with cross ventilation and plenty of closet space.
Being an English major I tried publishing houses for my first job and got offers from McGraw-Hill and Prentice-Hall. McGraw-Hill offered me a job in mail delivery, but P-H paired me with a very nice man named Jim Leisy as his assistant. For the life of me I can't remember what Jim was in charge of — sports and something else active — but my big recollection is that I delivered a lot of mail at P-H, too. The office was on the southern end of Fifth Avenue and every morning I walked three blocks over from the Barbizon and caught a bus down Fifth almost to the end.
The work was easy and Jim was a peach. If we got anything actually published while I worked for him I don't have a copy and probably never did, but I had a very pleasant time with Saturday afternoons at the Met and an occasional theater or opera performance to enjoy. My social life was pretty limited and I didn't meet Pete till I moved back to Salem and Sis Mullins thought we'd be a great pair, but I loved New York and still do. It wasn't until I got into hospital work many years later that I discovered what work really meant.
Historical context and places from Nancy's career-girl story