Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1916-03-09
The w jISOn of
the Streets
ny ADA PATTERSON.

Know well what the people inartiou-
lately feel. for the Law Of Heaven itself
is dimly written there; nay, do not neg
lect. II you have the opportunity. TO as
certain what they vote and ssy.--Carlyle.
As you hurry up the street. intent upon
your individual GRAND. a scrap Of wis.
dom assaults your ears. 1t is important
because 1t is the crystalliEed wisdom o:
some ones experience. No one lives In
vain and no one should speak I'm vain.
This overheard wisdom OF the streets
should not be ignored nor forgotten.
The waitress was hurrying TO her work
She was a tall girl with clear eyes and
an honest heart. Her speech and manner
were earnest. 1T was AWFUL she said
"She was such a nice, quiet. little thing,
and he a bis noisy bully. Many is the
/ time have seen tears roll down her
cheeks from his nagging. And nowsshc' =
| done Il because he would not come home
! I'm time for her borthday party. He said
| 1t was business that kept him away.
She's taken iodine. My hearts Just
| breaking for her. The trouble is she
cant stand by herself Every girl ought
TO know a Job"
It is as Thomas Carlyle says. The
Law of Heaven Is dimly written IN
| what the people inarticulately feel.
| This waitress might have mounted tho
| stump: she might have marched I'm a
parade Haunting a yellow banner; she
might have talked herself hoarse al
street meetings But she could not have
summed up all she felt in truer phrase
than Every girl ought TO know a Job. "
| I Of a., gaf IaI
with the flowers on the table. and a peer
at the blue sky through the quaint
many-paned window. she waited upon
me and told me more OF the story.
You have seen her here often" she
said with a tremolo Of her voice. she
used to sit over there I'm the corner. II
was her way to sit in a corner She
seemed to think II she did not she might
be In other peoples way Her husband
used 70 nag at her and nag at her until
she burst into tears. don't know what
about, but l know that she was a good.
sweet little woman. We girls that wait
on tables know folks Once heard them
scrapping She was crying and said
something about leaving him. He sneered
at her and said, What would you do
Where would you go? Who would want
you? She looked as she would II someone
had struck her head. Her face got white
She had a strange, starey look in her
eyes. She didn't answer him"
Unhappy little woman, her eyes were
strange and starey, because they and
the brain behind them we're looking on
the unwelcome truth. Where could she
go7 Who wanted her? What plac1 had
she in the world, except beside this bully
whom she had married?
There was no place for her in the
worlds market. There was no way by
which she could command a wage that
would support her even in the simplest
way. Why hadn't she learned to do some
thing the world needed? Why hadn't hel
parents. with loving foresight, prepared
her for such a possibility as this? WI!
had she been left to shipwreck on tn,
commercial and Industrial seas? Granted
training. she could have gotten work
Work and wages await the skilled worker
This Is true, although society has no
organized itself so we'll that the worker
and the employer who needs the WORT
can as speedily find each other as on,
; day they will. Yet the work and tn,
wage awaited her. had she been able I,
: do the work
The waitress was right. She had ut
tered one OF the Laws OF Heaven.
Every girl should know a job"