In court they ignored her, and when they spoke among themselves they made fun of her. The case was one big lark until the jury awarded four million dollars to the plaintiff, an award which stood up in the Supreme Court because the trial judge had ruled for his male buddies whenever he had the chance, leaving them nothing to appeal.
Money talks and four million dollars was a great deal of money in 1962.
Alice was no longer a cute curiosity. Several firms, including the firm she had vanquished, made her offers.
No, thank you, Alice answered politely. With her fee, which was a percentage of the verdict, and the new clients the verdict attracted, she did not need an associate's salary. She needed associates.
By 1975, Sherzer, Randolph and Picard was one of the top law firms in the state, Alice was married and the mother of two, and a seat opened on the Oregon Court of Appeals. In a private meeting, Alice told the governor that no woman had ever been appointed to an Oregon appellate court. When the governor explained the political problems inherent in making such an appointment, Alice reminded him of the large campaign contributions he had been willing to accept from a woman and the larger sums she had at her disposal for the campaign she would definitely run against any male he appointed. Seven years after her appointment to the Court of Appeals, Alice Sherzer became Oregon's first woman Supreme Court justice. She was now sixty-five.
Every year brought new rumors of her retirement, but Alice Sherzer's mind was still in overdrive and she never gave a thought to leaving the bench.
Justice Sherzer had a corner office with a view of the Capitol and the red-brick buildings and rolling lawns of Willamette University. When Tracy knocked on her doorjamb on the day after Matthew Reynolds's argument at the court, the judge was sitting at a large desk that once belonged to Charles L. McNary, one of the first justices to sit in the Supreme Court building and the running mate of Wendell Willkie in the Republican's unsuccessful 1940 bid to unseat Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
The antique desk contrasted sharply with the abstract sculpture and paintings Justice Sherzer used to decorate her chambers.
"Your clerkship is almost over, isn't it?" the judge asked when Tracy was seated in a chair across the desk from her. "Yes."
"Do you have a job lined up?"
"I have several offers, but I'm not certain which one I'm taking."
"Justice Forbes asked me to find out if you're interested in something that's opened up."
"What is it?"
"Matthew Reynolds is looking for an associate."
"You're kidding!"
"One of his associates just went to the Parish firm and he needs someone right away."
"I don't believe this. Working with Matthew Reynolds is my dream job."
"It won't be easy, Tracy. Reynolds works his associates like dogs."
"You know I don't mind hard work."
"That's true, but with Reynolds we're talking slave labor. Most of his associates quit in less than two years."
"Thanks for the warning, but nothing can stop me from giving it a try, if Reynolds takes me on."
"I just want you to know what you're getting into. Reynolds lives at his law office. All he does is try cases and prepare for trial.
He works fourteen-hour days, seven days a week. I know that sounds improbable, but I'm not exaggerating. Reynolds has no social life. He doesn't even understand the concept. He'll expect you to be at his beck and call and that can be at any hour of the night and weekends. I've been told Matt can exist on four hours' sleep and they say you can cruise by his office at almost any hour and see a light burning."
"I'm still interested."
"There's another thing. He's never had a woman associate.
Quite frankly," the judge said with a bemused grin, "I'm not certain he knows what a woman is."
"Pardon?"
"I don't know why, but he seems to shun women as if they were carrying the plague."
"If he's never had a woman associate, why is he interested in me?"
The judge laughed. "He's not. Reynolds has hired several clerks from our court because he went to school with Justice Forbes and trusts his recommendations. Reynolds called Stuart in a dither when he heard we wanted to send him a woman, but Stuart assured him you wouldn't bite. So he's willing to talk to you. This is his office number. His secretary will set up the interview."
Tracy took the slip of paper. "This is fantastic. I don't know how to thank you."
"If it works out you can thank me by doing such a good job that Reynolds will hire another woman."
The library occupied most of the second floor of the Supreme Court building. The entrance was across from the marble staircase. A small glassed-in area with the checkout desk and an office for the librarians was directly in front of the doors. There were carrels on either side of the office. Behind the carrels, the stacks holding the law books stood two deep. A balcony overhung the stacks, casting shadows over the rows of bound volumes.
Laura Rizzatti was seated at a carrel surrounded by law books and writing feverishly on a yellow pad. When Tracy touched her on the shoulder, Laura jumped.
"You up for a coffee break?" Tracy asked. "I've got something fantastic to tell you."
"I can't now," Laura said, quickly turning over the pad so Tracy could not see what she was writing.
"Come on. A fifteen-minute break won't kill you."
"I really can't. The judge needs this right away."
"What are you working on?"
"Nothing exciting," Laura answered, trying to appear casual, but sounding ill at ease. "What did you want to tell me?"
"I've got an interview with Matthew Reynolds. He needs an associate and Justice Forbes recommended me."
"That's great," Laura said, but the enthusiasm seemed forced.
"I'd give my right arm to work with Reynolds. I just hope I make a good impression. Justice Sherzer says he's never had a woman associate and it sounds like he doesn't have much use for females."
"He hasn't met you yet." Laura smiled. "I'm sure you'll knock him dead."
"I hope so. If you change your mind about coffee, I'm going in about twenty minutes. I'll even buy."
"I really can't. And congratulations."
Tracy walked across the library and located the volume of the New York University Law Review she needed. She took it to her carrel and started making notes. Half an hour later, she walked over to Laura's carrel to try to convince her to go for coffee. She was really excited about the job interview and wanted to talk about it.
Laura wasn't at her desk. Tracy noticed the yellow pad on which Laura had been writing. There was a list of three criminal cases on it. Tracy studied the list, but could see nothing unusual about the cases. She wondered why Laura had turned over the pad to hide the list, then shrugged and went to look for her friend.
Tracy searched the long rows of books until she came to the section that held the Oregon Court of Appeals reporters. Laura was at the far end of the stacks near the wall and Tracy was surprised to see that she was talking with Justice Pope. She and Laura had discussed Pope on several occasions and Tracy knew that Laura despised him. Tracy's initial impulse was to walk up to her friend and the judge, but there was something about the attitude of their bodies that stopped her.
The space between the stacks was narrow and Laura and Pope were almost chest to chest. Laura looked upset. She moved her hands in an agitated manner when she spoke. Pope flushed and said something. Tracy could not hear what he said, because they were whispering, but the angry tone carried. Tracy saw Laura move away from the stocky judge until her back was against a bookshelf. Pope said something else. Laura shook her head. Then Pope reached up and touched Laura's shoulder. She tried to push his hand away, but the judge held her firmly. Tracy stepped into the aisle so Pope could see her. "Ready for coffee?" Tracy asked loudly.