The log cabin Democrat., 1913-05-31
TWO GIRLS AND THEIR LIVES.

the kind who would have said, like
Marie Antoinette, that if the poor
people didn't have bread, why didn't
they eat cake-was deploring the 9TH
er day the fact that women were 60
ing into business
She said that it robbed them of
their feminine charm and that it was
killing out the gallantry of men. And
that you could see that even in So
ciety, for, formerly, when a girl was
going to have her coming out party
she would receive dozens of bouquets
from men, whereas she was lucky if
she got one or two now.
We hear this same sentiment echoed
over and over again-women are be-
ing robbed of their feminine charms
by going into business-women are
not now what they used to be-the
modern woman is poor creature
compared to her grandmother, and so
on.
/ know two girls who are about the
same age, about the same upbringing,
about the same in intelligence and
looks, and both, by the way, are I'M
usually pretty and intelligent. One
of these girls l will call the New Girl,
and the other the Old Girl, because
they represent the modern and the
past viewpoint on the woman ques-
ton.
l was at the New Girls home when
she came in for lunch the other day.
She was spic and span, and tailor
made from the crown of her trig little
walking hat to the soles of her smart
little low-heeled walking boots. Her
skin was clear and pink and white,
her eyes shone, and there was about
her an atmosphere that simply radi-
ated youth and intelligence and abil-
ity. AS the bored and lakadaisical
second wife says wistfully of the typ
list in the Twelve Pound Look: II
thought she looked so alive"
The New Girl is the competent ste
nographer in a big business house
where she is going to climb up, and
up, to a bigger and better position.
And she doesn't pity herself because
she has to work She's proud of it,
and loves it.
She said she must hurry to lunch
con because business was booming,
and they had specially big orders that
day, and she was needed in the office.
Recently a sister, who is married to
rich man, and who cuts a wide
swath in society in another city, wrote
to the New Girl to come and live with
her, offering to give her all the pretty
clothes she wanted, and indulge her
in every luxury.
The New Girl never did consider
the offer. What" she cried, give up
my good job, and go and be dependent
on somebody else? Me take things as
favors instead of earning them? Have
somebody give me my clothes instead
Iof buying what | want with my own
good money? Why, I guess not.
can stand on my own little tootsies,
thank you, and I'm going to do it..
Besides, business is a million times
more fun than society, anyway.
What's pink tea to putting over a
deal? What's fishing for an invita-
ton to a party to angling for an or
der?
cts sweet and darling of jamie and
John to want me, but I couldn't be
any more satisfied to be a parasite on
them than the right sort Of a man
would be. I'm just not that sort of a
girl. I'm not the old-fashioned dish
rag Ginger sort of a girl. I'm the
modern take-care-of-you sort"
The Old Girl is young and pre- Z,
too, and l often see her at lunch in
her home. She comes in heavy-eyed,
in bedraggled kimona, just aroused,
because her mother let's her sleep of
mornings in order to preserve her
good looks. This girl is poor, too, but
she doesn't work. She doesn't ever
expect to make her own living. She
expects to marry it.
The Old Girls mother thinks it per-
fectly dreadful for a girl to go out in
the world and earn her living, and she
doesn't know what we are coming to
when women want to vote and take a