They Laughed at My Cardboard. Then They Called My Name.

I was a preacher's wife from podunk Oklahoma with an apple ad pasted on cardboard. The Madison Avenue men were already laughing. Then New York called my name — and the next fifty years were never the

In My Dreams

Many years ago, I won an advertising award for Best Ad of the Year from the Oklahoma Newspaper Association.

I beat out all the men.

The supposed professionals.

I want you to picture the room. The Madison Avenue types clustered in their polished little group, presentations full of gimmicks and flair, already deciding among themselves who would w…