The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-06-27

lished in her right to wave him a good by in the mornings and to kiss him to death when he returns home in the evenings"
 That's deliciously true.' the man conceded gladly, but about working girls these days Whats really at the root of the whole thing? It seems all most a national unrest"
 No; it's what some one has called per sonal illumination that is reforming the world" the girl explained. "The woman revolution, whether she gets the ballot or not Is a mighty wave that is going to lift the country up on heights that couldn't ever have been reached if the daughters of the land hadn't stirred up their mothers and grandmothers, and sec ond cousins and aunts and all the blood relations to the fact that woman Is the self-appointed kneader of bread-and the dough to her hands is-man."
 He nearly jumped out of his chair.
 Really he said peevishly, you talk like a Turkish bath attendant; as If man generally speaking were only one
 
 Pm not so sure that he isn't" the working girl'' replied quickly. ITO bring the situation down to a personal basis, before I started to work, l imagined man to be something on the order of one of the heroes in Tennysons poems. or course, I knew perfectly we'll that my | brothers and cousins were not like that, | but I was encompassed by vague and
 nebulous dreams about the sex And I suppose he observed. now that you've gone to work and seen mere
 man as he really is, you think he was in l the scheme with the romance builders to set himself up as something different? Do you really believe he wanted to keep woman in the back ground all these years, and to deceive her about what he really is?"
 Deceive herr" the girl Haunted back. | "On the contrary, think much better of men than I ever have before. I know now what 1t means for a man to get out and make a living for an entire family. He comes nearer now to being god in my estimation than he ever would have been if I'd stick back in grandmother's dim parlor, reading books scented with withered rose leaves. The poet who wrote about life being real life being earnest. was on his way to the job. He probably knew what it was to feel that the world was looking to him to pay the piiis TOT an extravagant and not understanding lot of women folk. Since I've been working, the wonder to me is that any man ever has the courage to marry; to take on his shoulders the responsibilities of work ing for anybody. but himself.
 The man looked at her in dumb won der.
 "Eh--? er-er what's that?" he stam- mered.
 NO woman understands the value of dollar until she has earned one the working girl" announced practically Before that dollar isn't anything but just dollar. but when sae goes out and works in an office all day long and gets her little s1O-enveiope on Sat urday evening" each dollar suddenly spreads and spreads and assumes a new aspect and grows larger and larger every time she looks at it. Why? Because it stands for-work; and we value what we work for. too much to throw 1t away for something that has no value" This arrangement is just beginning to percoate through my feeble brain" the returned traveller said pathetically. Tt is food for thought with vengeance On the ship coming home. met clever woman who told me that when her little daughter grew up she was going to make her support herself for two years after she left school, and she said by that time she would have ballast that would keep her steady the rest of her life and that she'd know the value of a home and it's comforts after she had to pay her own board for two years. When she made the statement, I merely put her down as a hard sort of mother, but when I found out later that her mothed had been a working girl herself before sne married a very rich husband changed my mind Some of her other ideas were. that no woman was able to spend money or to give money away intelligently. unless she earned money herself"
 When I went away" the "returned | traveller said. after pause there were comparatively few women in my intimate little circle who were working and I have vauge recolections of argu- ments based on the injustice of q wom- an working unless she really needed the money: it was like taking the bread out of other women's mouths so to speak; but one doesn't hear things like that any more"
 "Once women couldn't be anything but stenographers. or at best get into a few underpaid professions but now we are all in anything for which we nave taste or q talent" the girl said.
 But what about the happy home life"