Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-10-12
THE OTHER VIEW
Woman in Business Beside the Lords
of Creation.
HARD WORKED AND POORLY PAID
Department Clerk Averages Up
Best of All.
FUDGE BRINGS IT OUT
FUDGE BRINGS IT OUT

| room, and, the fudge having turned out
| we'll, the assembly proceeded to assume
| positions of extreme comfort and unitedly
| to talk things over
| The Bookkeeper had grievance and
| opened the conference by demanding, DO
any of you know where 1 can get a room
and something to eat?''
81 know of quite lot of places where
| you can get a room and board. Can't say
| about the something to eat" remarked
| the Reporter. What is the matter this
| time? 1 thought you weren't going TO move
again?'
II thought so, too" said the Bookkeeper,
| grmly, but, we'll now, listen to this. This
morning 1 was kept waiting for my break
| fast until, when it was at last sent up 1
| had barely time to swallow half cup of
| (bad) coffee and a piece of roll, and even
| then, owing to a flve-minute wait for my
car and further on delay on the track,
was late at the Office, and that, let me tell
you, is no joke where l work. That was the
| beginning. Then, this being the end of the
month, the books are being balanced pre-
| liminary to the auditors visit, and in con-
| sequence, when noon came, things were be-
ing rushed so that l could not go out to
lunch, and at 1 o'clock the senior PARTNER
| came in, and after that to go out was a
moral impossibility.
"Oh, I've had a lovely day! Well, you
can easily imagine that having had no
breakfast and no lunch 1 began to look for
ward with affectionate longing to my din
ner, and the climax. so far as | am con-
cerned, was reached when l was served
with the worst, yes, without exception the
very worst, dinner have ever encountered
in any boarding house yet. I was hungry
enough to eat dog, but not to eat that
dinner. So after next week I'll be in the
market again, if you hear of anything in
You should do as 1 did" laughed the
Artist contendedly. EARLY in my soon to
be illustrious career l cut loose from
land lady rule and have gone on my way
rejoicing ever since. Go thou and do like
wise. Please toss me that pillow
Yes said the Typewriter Girl. comply
ing with the Artists request. That's all
very well for you. But a girl who is
in a very different pair of shoes. You don't
have to get up at o'clock every morning.
no matter when you may have gone to bed
the night before, and fairly rush things
then in order to get down town on time. If
you did, you wouldn't get so much rapture
out Of that cute little breakfast apparatus
of yours. Let me tell you that girl who
works from until in office, and be-
tween o'clock and bed time does her
shopping, mending, plain sewing, enough
reading to keep up in some small way with
cert or theater is doing well if she gets
about mornings early enough to eat a
breakfast, let alone cooking one"
A Daily Contrast.
Now, look at the injustice of that broke
in the Newspaper Girl. Imagine a man
| coming in from his days work with the
material for new smoking jacket under
his arm. Behold him, in your minds eye,
tidying his room, cleaning and brushing
himself up for dinner and then sitting
down mendng two or three pairs of socks
and sewing half a dozen buttons back in
place. After dinner suppose that he cuts
out and bastes up and fits his new smoking
jacket, working at that until he suddenly
remembers a hole in the pocket of his
office coat. So he drops the jacket and
mends the hole. Then he finds he can't
bear the thought of sewing any more, so
he puts the things away and writes some
letters. Then reads the evening papers.
Then he gets so interested in a new maya
zine that he reads straight ahead until
he hears. his clock strike 1, so he stops
and sets the alarm for am. and tumbles
into bed. Now, to quote Max ORell Just
for fun, think Of it. But after all, why
is it any more absurd than that a girl
doing in many cases much the same work
should do her mending and make her shirt
waists, and all too Otter her skirts, if she
is to have any
well, of course, you know the reason
for it, said the Bookkeeper.
And in case she doesn't remarked the
Typewriter Girl II will tell a little story
two or three little stories, which may cast
light on the situation. There was once a
railroad, branch office of which located
denly woke to the realization that they
were running little behind. And one day
the managers conferred and one of them
said: We are losing money. We must do
what the road did. We will dis
charge the majority of our telegraphers
and replace them with women operators.
The women will do better work for us,
| anyhow; they will not get drunk, they will
not go to sleep over the instruments after
their night off and will save money,
for we will pay the women who take the
S125 per month positions $15, and the SO
positions We can fill with women at $50
And it done then and there One
manager did object. He said he never
would allow a daughter of his to work for
$50 month, and he didn't consider such
a step fair to other mems daughters, but
majority ruled, and the change was made
That was a few years ago. And not quite
two weeks ago l was in a typewriter office
and while waiting for my order to be filled
a man came in and went to the rear of
the office to speak to the manager. Pres
emily L heard him say: BY the way, can
you send me up stenographer and type
writer? Want a good one, first class; got
some work to be turned out in a hurry
Got anybody like that?' Sure said the
manager. Want man or a woman The
other was on his way out oh, l don't
care, he said Man or woman. Got to
be way up in G, that's all Yes, send a
woman, be cheaper He laughed and went
out"
The Typewriter Girl paused and looked
around. The Artist and the Department
Clerk laughed outright as she faced about
on them. ''Oh, yes, it's very funny, in
deed. It's truly humorous she cried. do
you see through why it is that a girl
makes her shirt waists after Office hours
though man does not make his coat?''
I'VE have dimly suspected something like
/ that" the Department Clerk said sooth-
ingly. Never mind. Come sit by me and
have some fudge before the Artist eats it
all up. We all sympathize; we do, we do"
Argument Admitted.
The Artist threw pillow at the Depart
| ment Clerk. 'Those three fellows with
whom Stephen Crane lived in one big bare
studio in New York before his luck turned
used to plan to head a party of others
of their kind and go out on some dark and
rainy night and kill all the Art Editors
You and the Bookkeeper ought to plan a
brilliant scheme like that which would ap-
ply to the Business Men; they seem to
need some killing
The Typewriter Girl would not answer
She only shook her head and ate her fudge
in silence.
mo use," the Bookkeeper said. ''It Is as
the law of the Modes and the Persians,
which altereth not. Six days shall the
Daughters of Men labor in the Market
Place and on Saturday night shall they
receive the half of that sum which shall