The Washington herald., 1916-04-03

dnteu immediately Oiheh ANS'h
ers."
That is the notice one can see every
where in the Britain of today. There Is
one continuous call for women. Men
variety OF occupation. Work on the land
this spring alLne demands the immediate
enrolment of 10000 women!
They are rushing to the call. too, IN
one big band of femininity. There they
go, ploughing, herding. dairy farming,
cattle raising, a great women's land
force. Such pretty girls, many OF them
Slenderly built, with delicate, flower-lke
like strength that surprises the men,
Dye hear that the government reckons
three Of us as only equal TO the VOTE
of two menu" cried a dainty, toTn-6rea
miss Indignantly. Just wait till l sho"
them what l can do
Later on, the farmer who employed
her spoke. That girls wonder! ne
declared. and 50 are all the h I'VE women narni
ing, wet or shine, milk the cows, teeo
the pigs, yoke the teams, plough the
land, drive to market and make wonder
full bargains in the buying and selling OF
cattle! When a woman $ sharp, she's
you!''
talked the other day with a young
woman who had formerly been a stenog.
rapher-and consumptive. For the past
five months, she has worked as farm
girl, taking the place of man at the
war and doing the toughest. JOBS. cone zone
now are her symptoms, her pale
cheeks her languid air, her emaciation,
You'll hardly recognize me- she cried,
brushing the sleet from her plump, rosy
cheeks and the mud from her heavy aCy
years and years | was weary prisoner
condemned to a stuffy office, continuous
headaches and a cough. But now I'm
free and gloriously happy
Town women are flocking by the thou
sand to the country, eager for outdoor
work. We're going to wear govern
ment uniform, too" they declare proudly.
the woman worker. alert and enthusi-
astic PoliCewomen, munition makers,
women pOrters, wireless operators, milk
roundswomen, women mail carriers, bak-
ers dentists Veterinaries, carriers, every
sort and condition OF femininity-and, JOY
of joys! all busy. all necessary to their
country's welfare, In that fact lies the
secret of wOman's happiness.
Counting houses and offices are filled
with women employees. Some Of them
are very young-mere "flappers coca
sionally too young for accuracy! A some
what humorous customs official states
that he is i'm perfect sympathy with Sis
ter Susy Sewing Shirts for Soldiers, but
as for Clara Casting Columns in the
Customs, well-it presents its difficulties
if that young maiden happens to have
no head for figures. In this connection
he sings his rueful little ditty:
'ClAra tasting NOlunns IN inc u stOmA
To Cast Columns Quite Correct Quiet Chra Gan
not Claim.
Kind Checkers Curse Quite Clearly
ClAra's Columns Cast QuecTy
Quaint Columns Cause Queer Qua!ms in Checkers
Since Quiet Cara Came"
A little London flower seller-very
young, but proud to take the place of
daddy gone to the war-has a fine Philos-
Ophy. It's work that makes you happy
and it's lovely things, like flowers, thar
makes you good she says. IF I did
anything real bad, I'd feel I couldn't
with wonderful dark eyes and little reso-
lutte face. Her name is Angela, and
somehow it suits her.
''Nilets. sweet vilets. penny a bunch
soldier at her post. snow or fog or rain,
there she stands. A whirl of sleet filings
her shabby hat into the mud. It's worse
for poor dad in the trenches" smiles the
little philosopher tenderly restoring the
dilapidated article. The wet. penetrates
her paper-soled shoes. "Daddy'd never
say he'd cold feet-so why should I?''
she answeres to all offers of sympathy.
The war has hit the flower trade bad
~. An unkind government forbids OFF,
GERS in uniform to sport a buttonhole of
the modest violet or any other flower.
sweet scent of violets will blow bad news
away"
Saturday night sees her early return
to the little garnet where she and her old
grandfather live. For Saturday night is
shopping time. and out she sallies-with
3, cents. Follow close, and you vii!
learn the whole art OF housewifery. First,
the butcher is approached for 8 cents
worth of leftover meat, known as trim
mings,' with perhaps a piece of skirt
thrown in. Next the greengrocer, for
cents worth of 'specks'-damaged vege-
tables and fruit. a basketful of stale
bread costs cents. An ounce OF tea, an
ounce of margarine and a few scraps of
ham for old grandfather's breakfast COM
plete AnSela's shopping ARRANGEMENTS. a
little. war heroine is she-and happy.
For, in her opinion. blues ale the monop-
oily of the idle rich.
FREQUENT Zeppelin attacks on England
have never yet really shaken the courage
OF the women. Yet going around the
raided districts, ] saw many heart
breaking sights. In certain village
twhOse name. according to rules, must
not be divulged) there lived a little seam
stress. Her story was told with a quiet
courage that would not give way to tears.
You see my little home there in ruins,
she said, pointing to a debris of mortar
and of brick. Il worked for ten long
years to gather up the money to build
that home. I called it my Dream Cottage
and l was happy in it."
When war broke out, 1 could afford
to send parcels to the soldiers at the
front There was one in particular" A
yearning look crept into her pretty eyes
He called himself Lonely Soldier and
and he used to write to me-nice letters
I'd always been little and plain and I'M
attractive, and 1t seemed wonderful to
me that he should write.
II wrote him letters too, long ones
for even in a Dream Cottage you can be
lonely-and then he sent me his photo
graph. Such a handsome young man
That photo hurt me because l knew that
a man like that. If he ever saw me and
how homely 1 am-well it wasn't nat
ural that he should care for a little
dOwdy thing like me. And I'd been fool
ish enough to weave dreams"
News came that he was wounded, and
coming home. I am longing to see you,
he wrote. I know that you are just as
beautiful and as good as your dear let
ters.' He wanted me to come to Lon
don to meet hin-and I did, though ]
knew II would be the end of everything
when he saw me,
But II wasn't, Can you believe it.
he thought me beautiful? I've got the
license ordered. and we'll be married
right now he said, in the bright, laugh.