The Washington times., 1934-06-06

CtCAJ VIZ SAIJD
Elsie Robinson every country
town, every isolated camp or
ranch in America. A plain,
friendly little woman, in a plain,
friendly little home.
Yet it was her faith and
vision which first built America
on a dangerous alien shore. 1t
was her courage and Unsuitable
desire to serve her family'S
need which sent the American
spirit roaming, further and
further West, seeking new homes
in the face of incredible dan
ger and hardship. And it has
been her patience, initiative
tenderness, good nature and
gallant pluck which has carried
us through these black years
which has saved America IN
every crisis.
Just an American. wife, TAX
ing the tough breaks with her
man, making a joyous adven'
ture of the first battling years.
BUT WHAT IS THAT SAME
AMERICAN WIFE TO DO
WHEN THE TOUGH BREAKS
ARE ENDED, WHEN THE
BATTLE IS ALL WON?
Her man still goes on. For
him the conflict and competi-
ton, the challenge and adven-
ture, will never end. Life will
hold it's tang of wonder and
mystery until the end. But for
her-WHAT? Over thirty.
Still young. But what's ahead?
Mrs. Edward Jones is asking.
II guess" she says, my life
has been typical. In high
school at twelve, in the business
world at fifteen-eight happy
years with one concern, working
up to an executive position,
then leaving to marry. Then
followed years of new tasks,
two baby boys, much sickness
and many disappointments-but
a husband in a million, and
great joy. That 1DaS my life.
During all those years I was
busy and eagerly learning new
things and new sides Of life.
"NoW suddenly there's a lull!
My boys off to school all day,
my husband at work. still have
my housework and cooking. But
they are not enough to occupy
my mind.
"I'm thirty-three now, and
until now each year has meant
gaining new knowledge or skill.
If T were a man I would be
'just getting my stride" In
stead, as a woman, I seem to
have come to the end of blind
alley.
"Please understand, I'nr not
one of those restless females
who long for career. I'm in
love with my husband, my
home and family. I don't want
anything that will take me
from them. I only want a new
program that will be as
'womanly' yet as inspiring and
constructive as our first build
ing years. BUT WHERE IN
WOMAN-LIFE TODAY CAN I
FIND IT?
"The usual silly afternoon
rounds of bridge, petty gossip,
window shopping, hotel loung-
ing, beauty parlors? I couldn't
stand it, even if 1 could afford
it.
"Club life? Miss Robinson,
you know as we'll as that the
average club-woman is a joke
If she isn't a tragedy. Either
she doesn't know what it's all
about, or she's a shrill busy
body sticking her nose into
everyone's business, making a
public nuisance of herself. But
Of course no one dareS do any,
thing to her BECAUSE SHE
AND ALL HER LADY
FRIENDS HAVE VOTES.
I'd rather die right now than
become a person like that. But
I MUST do something. not only
for my family's sake in the
present, BUT FOR THOSE
YEARS AHEAD WHEN MY
CHILDREN WILL NO LONGER
NEED ME.
II certainly don't intend to be
one Of these women who hang
onto their children and make
everyone miserable by trying to
share their chiidren's activities,
simply because they've never
had gumption enough t. find in
tereSts of their own.
But what can I do? My
mother and grandmother found
plenty to do in their own homes.
But homes were different then.
They were real factories and
community centerS. Nowadays
practically everything is made
and done outside the home. So
that leaves me-where? Just
over thirty. IS MY JOB REAL
LY DONE?"
Wells it? What do YOU
think? Suppose you face this
problem as honestly, as bravely
as Mrs. Jones is facing it?
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