Neal had a dandy ring all picked out for Belle but mother called it all off, because Neal’s salary couldn’t keep him, no less a wife. Belle was heartbroken and so was Neal. Back to work went Neal in the bathing suit factory and as he was bemoaning his troubles, he unconsciously drew several figures of girls in bathing suits. The wind carried the pictures to the manager’s desk and the manager thought they were just great. Business was bad and Neal’s ideas, on the paper at any rate, looked good, so Neal was made designer and called upon to help the firm make money. And he did. He cut down the bathing suits (not in price, of course) and he hired some nifty models to wear them and sell them. The crowds flocked thick and fast and Neal strutted like a sultan in the midst of the bevy of beauties. Then came Belle and mamma to view the store, and when mamma saw Neal she made for him, thinking him but an idler, wasting away precious hours amidst the charms of female models. But when Neal explained that he was the “big shot” of the outfit, mamma grew suddenly effusively friendly and said that he could “ring” her “Belle” if he wanted. Whereupon Neal put the ring on the dainty figure of the blushing Belle, while Cupid wisely shook his head and said: “I told you so.”