Fat-faced, bullnecked, roughshod William L. Ayers, managing editor of the Chicago Journal of Commerce (circ. 24,000), knew the time had come. Draft-stricken, he was going to have to hire women. He was going to have to hire women copyreaders.
No one, least of all his cryptic, cigar-chewing day-side news editor, Sid Forbes, had ever heard of a female copyreader. Forbes did not even like to think of one. The rest of the Journal staff, strong men all, paled. But, game to the core, Ayers hired six female copyreaders: his own secretary, the wife...
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