94 C. U. C. P. ALUMNI JOURNAL June, 1918 



Mary is a druggist — the youngest boss druggist in the state of New Jersey — a 

 sweet slip of a girl, well dressed, well poised, intelligent, fond of dancing, pulsat- 

 ing with the joy of life, with the dew of the country on her clear cheeks unduUed 

 by powder and with her heart on her sleeve^ — shoot it if you dare. 



Three years ago she graduated with honors from the Columbia University 

 College of Pharmacy in New York and set her compass for hospital work, but 

 changed her mind and went to work as a junior clerk for a druggist. A year of 

 this and then back to the home nest in the hills of northern New Jersey at Uutier 

 for more study and some play. 



Brother William is the physician of the Dupont smokeless powder works at 

 Haskell, N. J. Emma Jenkins, until a^short time ago, was the Duponi community 

 nurse. In November Miss Jenkins and Miss Meier talked it over and decided to 

 open a drug store in Haskell. The owner of the only drug store in Haskell had 

 been drafted and had to go away, leaving his store in charge of a registered man — 

 the v.'omen saw a chance. In three years — since the war began — Haskell has 

 jumped from a population of 50 to 1,500 and is on the boom. The Duponts with 

 their powder plant are pushing it to the front — every train brings in new workers. 



So the partnership of Jenkins & Meier was formed and a store opened on the 

 Greenwood Lake Turnpike 'neath the shadow of those tall steel Dupont smoke- 

 stacks, with their ominous black clouds of smoke, belching forth night and day. 

 Miss Jenkins continued her work as community nurse and was the silent partner ; 

 Miss Meier assumed charge of the store as the active registered member of the 

 iirm. 



Just inside the door she placed a small neat oak roll top desk so that she 

 might be near to greet you as you enter — there's no cold storage welcome from 

 Mary. She's glad to see you and shows it. I tiptoed in there the ottier day and 

 got infected before I advanced two feet. Over the top of that desk that smile 

 threw out its warming rays and caught me head on — 'I felt I was in the house of 

 friends instantly. 



Since November, a good part of Haskell's population and the country there- 

 abouts has been inoculated with the unctuous joy of that balmy smile. And is 

 the cocktail followed the flag in the days of yore, so does business follow the smile 

 at Haskell — prosperity has hung up its hat in the store of Jenkins & Meier. 



C)n the opening day of the Jenkins & Meier store, every child in Haskell who 

 could crawl, walk, run or paddle its way there afoot or in a perambulator was 

 given a balloon FREE. And it's been opening day almost every day since for 

 candy A child enters to buy something for its mother and it's 10 to i that as it 

 leaves, a wholesome sweet of some kind or sugared peanuts will be thrust into its 

 hand with an admonition to be a good little boy or girl — there's the feminine touch 

 for you. A mother comes in with her baby and that baby is smothered with at- 

 tention as only a woman can smother it. Its little cheeks are patted, its chubby 

 chin tickled and its little hands made to play "patty cake — patty cake" until it coos 

 in gladness while mother looks proudly on and vows that Miss Mary is the sweet- 

 est druggist she ever met. One good turn deserves another. 



