The Richmond climax. (Richmond, Ky.) 1897-1914, 1912-04-17
One Girl
Luck

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Its funny how We never appreciate
our own good luck" said the little
stenographer as she pinned tissue pa
per around her clean. stiff cuffs pre-
paratory to attacking the days work.
"Well?" The bookkeeper's tone
called for particulars. Then he asked:
What special luck has befallen you?"
"Oh. it's just the glory of being able
to work." she declared. Think Of
earning ones own livingi Think Of
being a business woman, free from
all the cares and tribulations of home
life-nothing to do but earn a nice
little salary that I'm sure of getting
each week.
I'm much to be envied by my sis
tiers in society, the poor butterflies
who are forced to stay up late night
after night, while I'm renewing my
beauty-such as it is-in sleep. The
worn, ennuied, ambitionless girls
who drag out a wretched existence
trying to have a good time-how 1
pity themI The"
Here, herei" exclaimed the book
keeper, excitedly. stop before you're
all run down. You're overworking
yourself. child. I'm afraid you're go
ing to be ILL.,"
The little stelographer smiled.
"And he thought l meant it," she ex-
claimed, under her breath.
mo, but listen to mel" she insist
ed, aloud. Think Of It! Here 1 get
up at six o'clock mornings, well rested
after good, long sleep, having gone
to bed at ten-no social engagements
having kept me up-and dress in five
or ten minutes, having things all my
own way, being bothered by no maid,
and knowing exactly where my things
are, having put them in certain places
myself the night before. know ex-
actly what to wear, so 1 don't have
to worry for an hour to decide which
dress will be most becoming. 1 just
put on my working dress on work
days and my Sunday dress on Sun
days, and that's all there is to 1t. Why,
it's beautifully simple. Think of the
Joy Of having no worry on that score;
then think Of the trials Of society
bellies.
Then, too, know exactly where
I'm going every day and just what I'm
going to do. / don't have to worry
and fret Ouar uybafhor T5vv, fper,1fino
or pleasing by accepting or rejecting
invitations 1 don't have to attend
long receptions and meet illustrious
folk and feel alarm lest l won't be
smart enough to talk with them. l
just calmly take a nice, convenient
street car to my daily work. After
get there find my day all arranged
for by the frm-no worry whatever
on my part. Shouldn't appreciate all
that?
Il never have to face emergencies,
being never called suddenly to some
important social affair in New York or
San Francisco or to Europe. Think of
the poor girls, no older than /, who
suddenly face the dire necessity Of
getting twenty or thirty new froeks
and the sundries to attend theml
Think of having to let modistes fit you
to dress after dress. and having to suf-
fer in silence, so that the fit of each
may be perfect For, being In the
public eye, the society girl cant stick
a pin in anywhere to hide a wrinkle
and then stand so that side of her
won't be noticed. She must be abso-
lutely perfect all over.
Think Of her troubles, and then
think Of mel l can devote any noon
hour to shopping merely by going
without lunch. can pick up bargains
at any sale. Then in not more than
two or three weeks, by working eve
nings and Saturday afternoons, can
have a new dress made exactly as I
want it. l don't have to take just
what some dressmaker tells me I
must have. l can have a low wasted
dress if want it-and that kind is
easier to make when every one is
wearing high waists-and on one can
stop me.
Think, too, Of the poor society
girls having to take along a chaperon
wherever she goesI Why, ! can
work nights until ten or eleven any
time the firm wants me to and then
take my five-mile trip home alone, and
no one says a word. / have such per-
feet freedomi I can go to a theater
with just another girl, if l want to,
and, sitting high up, no opera glass.
es are turned on me to note with
whom I'm sitting. From my comfort
able chair ! can see the poor rich
giTl, in tight clothes and a stiff. IN
comfortable position-fog she can't
SLOUGH down and be comfortable-try
ing to look unconscious Of the opera
glasses turned on her. can enjoy the
play, but she must be constantly think.
ing Of herself.
@Say, honestly" declared the little
stenographer. looking half seriously
81 the bookkeeper for an instant, do
you know, after all, ] don't know but
that I'm half right in what I say. II
didn't mean It at all when said II.
but I've Just about convinced myself
that it's pretty good thing to be me.
Il don't know that could ever live
up to the requirements Of a society
bud" she confessed. ~and it's sort of
comforting to know that can be nat
pTal once in a while and tell my trou-
bies TO friend Who likes me, not my
money"
Then she turned to her typewriter,
humming a little Chicago Daily
News.
Profitable Transaction.