I read Doyle's obituary in the Los Angeles Times recently. One fact totally struck me. She had gone to work in a metalworking factory in 1942, wanting to help the war effort:
Doyle was operating a metal-stamping machine when a United Press photographer took a picture of the tall, slender and glamorously beautiful brunet wearing a polka-dot bandana over her hair.But the article goes on:
Doyle.... who actually worked in the factory only a couple of weeks... a cello player, she quit after learning that the woman she had replaced had injured her hand on the metal press, her daughter said.So the We Can Do It woman couldn't actually do it.
She then got a job at a bookstore in Ann Arbor...
I just find that deeply ironic.