Evening star., 1943-02-06

operseds. For about ftDo weeks
J. P. McEroy. tuell-knopn Uriter.
uill substitute for him.
BY J. p. McEvOY.
So you girls are going to take over
after the war. are you? All, II only
we could depend on you. II only We
could trust you not to change your
minds when the lights go on again
all over what's left Of the world.
Last war you hoped on the street
cars, turned yourselves into motor
men and conductors, leaped into
elevators. and in no time at all
learned to run up and down past
the signals just like experts. You
were up on the buildings fixing the
roofs, down in the cellars helping
the old man make the beer, and all
Of us men were impressed and
thrilled with the way you girls
learned to tote that barge and lift
that bale.
But you said the same thing
then-you were gonna hold on to
those jobs-you weren't gonna let US
men have them back again, no
matter how We pleaded.
Today, one of my spies brings me
a cartoon showing an employment
Office and behind the desk broad.
ample-bosomed gal-big as life
giving the old brush-off to a wisp
Of man who was only trying to get
Q job so he could keep the little
home together so his wife, who was
off WAACing ip the Solomons or
Africa, would have something to
come back to after this cruel war
was over.
| "No Jobs Here for Men,"
I'VE have no jobs here for men,"
she was saying. And you needn't
come around after the war either,
because we won't be hiring any Of
you quaint male characters then,
judging from how 1t looks from
where I Sit" One way of looking at
it, to be sure, if you dote on cana
era angles. y
But, Of course, this was supposed
to be just light-hearted gag-and
yet I couldn't help but remember
the last war and how impressed we
were with the way you girls were
doing mans work in q mans
world, and we couldn't hide the Joy
we felt watching you do 1t.
Maybe that was our mistake. We
should have looked grim about it.
We should have complained. But
we couldn't. We men are simple
souls, open as an oyster on the half
shell. All our emotions show on
our shining faces. !.
| It IS CHEEKY spectacle to see q
gallant gal in there slugging from
sunup to sundown. And Is there .
more comforting sight than watch
ing the little woman you love lug
4 Eging in the coal, staggering out with
the ashes and struggling up the
stairs with the piano on her back?
II want to tell you, can sit down
deep in big soft chair and never
get tired watching this heart
warming pageant. Now you are
going into the factories again! You
are pushing locomotives and operat-
ing huge cranes-no Job too big
no responsibility too great. A man
can't help but thrill at the sight.
Magniflco!
Promise for the Future.
And what a promise for the fu.
ture. Truly the planners may be
right when they say the postwar
world will be dif1erent-a better
place to live. can begin to glimpse
it now. You girls will have all the
jobs. We will kiss you goodby at
the door in the morning and wave
you OH to the foundries, the fac
tories and the farms. Then we will
rush back to bed and toy with our
toast and bit Of egg as we tele-
phone to all our friends and talk
over the lovely party we had the
night before. And how about lunch
downtown? And a bit Of shopping?
Or maybe movie or a game Of
bridge? The hours go by like this.
All, gay happy days! Evenings
we rush home just before you girls
stagger in from the foundries. the
factories and the farms, totter into
the living room and fall fiat on
your pretty faces in the middle Of
the rug. while We prattle on about
the busy, busy day we had and
where In the world did the time go?
So you are going to take over
our Jobs after the war, are you.
girls? You wouldn't fool us-again
would you?
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