Polly Comes Home From CollegeMay 1947To Ellie Steinberg, New York, New York From Polly DeWitt, Spartanburg, SCDear Ellie,I arrived home by train in shocking style. This is what a year of rooming with you and taking graduate courses at a wicked university such as UNC has done to me: I didn’t wear my white gloves even onceduring the trip home. Don’t laugh, you libertine Yankee! InSpartanburg the ladies take white gloves seriously! Oh, of course, Iput them on before I dared step off the train to meet Aunt Nan andUncle Cap. They’d have fainted at the sight of my bare hands inpublic.Should I become the tough-girl newspaper reporter I hope to be, I shall eschew white gloves forever! Or, at least, when not in thecompany of Aunt Nan, Uncle Cap, or anyone else who knows me herein dear old South Carolina. They can’t stand more shocks: They’re allstill recovering from the worldly antics of our boys returning from the war. Smoking, drinking, gosh-darning, and jitterbugging! Heavens!I’m sitting down tonight to write a formal letter of application to thepublisher of our city paper. I do hope he’ll be sufficiently bowled over by my credentials. I miss you and life in the big world of college, but will keep you informed of my new career as a career girl in themodern world sans rationing. Well, not the modern world, precisely.Just the nice, funny world of a small southern city that isn’t quite sure whether to wear white gloves in front of strangers, anymore.***Dear Ellie,I have the job! My first real job at a newspaper! Shall I coverpolitics, crime, and world events? Solve desperate civic mysteries?