Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1920-10-06

romantic hero who is combination
of Job and Sir Galahad and Mr..
Rockefeller, her husband is a poor,
weak human man with dyspeptic
stomach and raw nerves. Also, that
instead of having money coming to
him on wings, he earns it painfully
by the nickel so that she has to
squeeze every penny to get the most
out of it.
Likewise she ascertains that in
stead of being pin feathered little
angels, always rosy and smiling and
ready to be kissed, children are most
ly brats who need to be spanked and
have their noses wiped, and that they
are prone to measles and mumps,
raiding the jam closet.
Certainly the wife and mother of
an ordinary family has strenuous
life of it, and whether she is mar
tyr or the blessed among women, de-
pends upon her point of view. If she
loves her husband and children bet
ter than she loves hreself, she gets
pure joy out of it. There is nothing
menial in the hours she spends over
the cook stove, preparing the food
that gives them health and strength.
Nor is there anything sordid in the
pinching economics with which she
manages her household, for she is
helping her man build up his fortune.
And there you are. Husbands are
dull or fascinating, children are bur-
dens or Gods own gifts, making a
homo woman's noblest sphere or
domestic slavery just as the individ-
ual woman thinks it is.
And similarly, making her own
living a career or curse accord!
ing to woman's point of view.
The only difference between pleas
ure and work is our mental attitude
towards them. Golf is sport because
you have to pay out money for the
privilege of playing it. Hoeing po-
tatoes is work because you have to
hire somebody to do it for you.
A woman is having regular pic
mic when she spends time and money
turning over lovely goods in shop,
or trying on imported frocks and
hats TO see how she looks in them.
But she regards herself as poor,
unfortunate when she is hired to
handle pretty things in a store or
serve as cloak or hat model. In
reality there is no other such fun as
work. It's the big game that calls in
to play every faculty that one poss-
esses that keeps one strung up to
concert pitch all the time because its
stakes are real, you are not playing
for counters. All you have and hope
for is staked on the outcome of your
efforts.
Some women take the outlook on
earning their own living. They are
the bright eyed, wide awake jolly
business women who have an interest
that never pals in their job. There
is always something new for them to
find out about the thing they are do
ing, and there is always something
exciting happening in the way of
some new trade. They are always
looking ahead, building of the fu-
ture; they are always striving to-
wards some new goal.
The work may be hard. They never
notice it, so keen are they on results.
They do the same things day after
day, but they see myriad new faces
to even the most familiar act. The
hours are long. They are all too short
for what they wish to accomplish.
They are classed as working women.
They glory in it, for it means that
they are some use in the world, and
so justified in living.
As woman thinks, so is she. Hap
py or unhappy, lucky or unlucky.
The man she is married to is a king
or a boor, just as she sees him. Her
work is worth while or not as she
visualizes it. What a pity every wo-
man can't put the good thought on
herself and see her lot through rosy