Reporter Natalie Andrews. WSJ.
Natalie started her own cardboard fence company at the age of ten. She saw the need for cheap and fast fencing, and used her entire life savings of five dollars and fifty eight cents to invest in corrugated cardboard and a hundred business cards -- which she cleverly also had made of cardboard.
Her company was an outstanding success until the first heavy rains of autumn.
Then she had to flee to Honduras.
But she overcame this setback with grit and determination, and a large black mustache to disguise herself. She still wears it sometimes to frighten small children.
She decided to become a journalist because she was under the mistaken impression that they get to eat free at Wendy's. Plus she likes to pretend to write things down in small leather bound notebooks that she keeps filling with doodles and sending to the Smithsonian -- and which they keep returning to her, with notes on cream colored stationary imploring her to stop it.
Her dreams came true when she was asked to join the Wall Street Journal -- first as a lowly gofer, then as a comer, then as a candied prawn vendor, and finally as a full-fledged charwoman when she promised her bosses she would mop up the mess in Congress.
She owns a cottage in the Hamptons, a still in Tennessee, and a mailbox at her local UPS store.
Her passions include phrenology and collecting porcelain postage stamps, from Hungary, that are dated between the regimes of Mihaly Karolyi and Miklos Horthy.
She likes to keep a jar of deracinated hairpins on her desk for emergencies.
She has a pet walrus, named 'Nuzzler.'
Her many awards include the Veldhuisen Medal for her daring expose on the Halitosis Racket, and a blue ribbon from the Minnesota State Fair for her oyster pie.
Her advice to fledgling reporters is "Take a nap first."
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