When she was thirty, Penelope Angstrom had taken a lover but the man took her money and her innocence.
By the early half of 1933, Penelope Angstrom was fifty-six, had worked as department secretary at Princeton University for twenty-nine years and lived alone in a two-room apartment on Witherspoon Street. While she bristled at the notion she was married to the department, she secretly worried about becoming an old maid and hoped for a man that was a pure of heart, modern knight.
When Professor Indiana Jones was due an appointment with acting chairman Harold Gruber, Angstrom privately complained she had to clear up Gruber's messes. Jones agreed, and voiced the thought that he doubted the department could survive a week without her. In turn, the secretary mentioned how much she appreciated the ability of Jones and Doctor Charles Morey to retain their humanity after seeing so many of their colleagues become egotistical snobs once they achieved post-nominal letters.