discovered they had
each, in differing ways, achieved celebrity status.
Like many important medical developments, the news about Andrew's
successful use of Lotromycin took time to circulate but now, some six
weeks after Mary Rowe's remarkable recovery, it had been picked up by the
national press.
Morristown's tiny Daily Record had carried the story first under a
heading:
Local Medic Uses Wonder Drug
Patient's "Miracle" Recovery
The Newark Star-Ledger, which clearly scanned the local papers in its
bailiwick, repeated the item which, in turn, came to the attention of
science writers at the New York Times and Time. When Andrew returned he
discovered that urgent phone messages had been left for him to call both
publications, which he did. Still more publicity resulted, with Time, the
more romantically inclined, adding to its report the fact of Andrew and
Celia's marriage.
As well as all this, the New England Journal of Medicine informed Andrew
that, subject to certain revisions, his article on
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Lotromycin would be p.~blished in due course. The suggested revisions were
minor and Andrew agreed to them at once.
"I don't mind admitting I'm consumed with envy," Dr. Noah Townsend
observed when Andrew told him about the New England Journal. Then
Andrew's senior partner added, "But I console myself with the luster it's
already bringing to our practice."
Later, Townsend's wife Hilda, attractive in her early fifties, confided
to Andrew, "Noah won't tell you this, but he's so proud of you that
nowadays he's thinking of you like a son-the son we'd both have liked but
never had."
Celia, while receiving less personal publicity, found her status at
Felding-Roth changed in not-so-subtle ways.
Previously she had been an anachronism, to some a source of curiosity and
amusement-the firm's sole saleswoman who, despite an initial and
unexpected accomplishment in Nebraska, still had to prove herself over
the long term. Not any more. Her handling of Lotromycin, and the
continuing publicity which delighted FeldingRoth, had put both the drug
and Celia squarely on the road to success.
Within the company her name was now well known to top executives,
including Felding-Roth's president, Eli Camperdown, who sent for Celia
a day after her return to work.
Mr. Camperdown, a lanky, cadaverous industry veteran in his mid-sixties,
who always dressed impeccably and was never seen without a red rose in
his buttonhole, received Celia in his ornate office suite on the eleventh
floor-executive country-of the Felding-Roth building in Boonton. He
attended to the amenities first.
"My congratulations on your marriage, Mrs. Jordan. I hope you'll be
happy." He added with a smile, "I also trust that from now on your
husband will prescribe nothing but Felding-Roth products."
Celia thanked him and decided the remark about Andrew was merely
facetious, so let it go without pointing up her husband's independence
where drugs and medicine were concerned.
"You have become something of a legend, young lady," the president
continued. "Living proof that an outstanding woman, occasionally, can be
every bit as good as a man."
"I hope, sir." Celia said sweetly, "that someday you won't feel the need
for that 'occasionally.' I believe you'll see many more women in this
business, and some may be even better than the men."
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For a moment Camperdown seemed taken aback and frowned. Then, recovering
his geniality, he said, "I suppose stranger things have happened. We'll
see. We'll see."
They continued talking, Camperdown asking questions of Celia about her
merchandising experiences. He seemed impressed by her informed,
straightforward answers. Then, pulling a watch from a vest pocket, the
president glanced at it and announced, "I'm about to hold a meeting here,
Mrs. Jordan. It concerns a new drug we intend to market soon after
Lotromycin. Perhaps you'd care to stay. "
When she agreed that she would, the president called
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