The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-11-23
The
WOMAN'S
DAY
"US GIRLS" NEED HELP
BY Anene Sumner


The doleful plight of the poor
bachelor maid who delves and tolls
wend her weary way to a round of
collars to be washed, silk hose to be
darned, and suits to be pressed, is
getting the London press In quite
furore. The greatest minds of the
empire write voluminous letters to
the press, urging various ways and
means. They recognize that the toll
ling male has a wife or mother or
sister to darn his socks, send his col
lars to the laundry, and perhaps
press his suits, but that the working
female has no one but herself to re-
ly upon.
LADIES MAIDS"
Boiling all the prattle and clatter
down, what working women need are
old-fashioned ladies' maids--not on a
fulltime basis, perhaps, as Queen Eli
zabeth or Cleopatra employed their
toiling minions. But why don't some
aspiring young things who lust
love" to fuss with silk things, and
mend lace, and catch runs. and steam
velvet wraps, and press tweed suits,
and, perhaps, get a nice little tea for
two, go into this business of hour-by-
hour work for bachelor maids? Three
or four hours a week would fix things
up>gre"t 70" ,aNs+ &c u. and most Of
Us In Wv ' "-0"r '" ~ We would
rathc~ - ~, 80 hin,
n * EN-.
But why lie silly? Where are we
toiling spinsters to find these Jewels
in the realm female? The same rea-
son that makes us prefer to pound
typewriters and tackle fling cases
and glue our ears to switchboards, is
the very same reason why we can't
hire Ladies' Maids" They don't
like greasy dish water and dye soaps
and sewing needles and the ironing
board any moro than we dol Talk
and talk and talk as you will, you
can not make housework attractive
to many women. We all despise It.
and 1t has to be done. What're we
going to do about it? Can't the alert
commercial world do something?
AND YET-WHY NOT?
It's an DID, moth-eaten question
this-why won't girls do homework?
But once again, aside from the fact
given above that it's the nastiest
work in the world, why won't they?
Homes offer glowing inducements
private suites with bath, use OF car
with chauffeur, month Vacations with
wages, radio in her own home
everything in the world except what
none of US will be without-more or
less regular hours and some time for
ourselves on which we can plan.
BIB 1T EVER so SMALL!
THANK God for a garden, be it
ever so SMALL" wrote the poet. No
matter how poetical may be the
housewives soul, there are times
when sprig Of parsley for the fish
plate delights her soul more than the
rarest orchid that ever blew. Which
is why such housewife would enjoy a
certain little, tome called 1.-THE Little
Kitchen Garden" by Dorothy Giles.
WHO WAS HER ENEMY?
It's just a slim little book, this
new one Of Villa Gathers. It will
take you little longer to read my
Mortal Enemy" than the evening pa
per. So there is little excuse to miss
this gem of word artistry. Only two
people live in the book-Oswald and
Myra, his wife, and perhaps a third,
little Nellie Birdseye, who acts as
historian of this emotion crammed
marriedlife. When one leaves Myra
dead in her blankets propped against
the old tree overlooking the bay, one
is. not sure, after all, just what her
mortal enemy was-greed, ambition,
jealousy, or Ssheer hatred of the COM
monplace? Read it, lisa woman's