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A Day Book reporter talked to one
of the younger girls.
"Sure, I'm going to Boston," she
said. "It's going to be -lots of fun."
"Do you know the girlsthere may
"I should worry and lose my
shape," she said. "We're out for the
fun, and we're going to get good -pay
One of the older girls flushed and
motioned the other girl aside.
"Don't talk to him," she said. "It
ain't very nice to go there and take
other girls' jobs, you know."
"Well, the company has promised
to look out for us," said the younger
The reporter asked who was in
charge of the party. A man was
pointed out. The reporter was told
his name was "Mr. Bang."
"Mr. Bang?" inquired the reporter,
approaching this person.
"Yes," said Mr. Bang, "what can I
do for you?"
'About thesegirls who are going
to Boston " began the reporter.
"You're a reporter," said Mr. Bang,
with deep suspicion. "I can't tell you
anything about it."
"Is the .company sending the girls
to Boston?" asked the reporter.
"Why, certainly not," said Mr.
Bang, innocently. "Whatever put
that into your head?"
"Who is sending them?"
"You'll need to talk to Mr. Larned,
My. J. R. Larned, the general traffic
manager," said Mr. Bang. "He
knows all about it."
"Would you mind giving me your
initials, Mr. Bang?"
"You'll need to talk to Mr. Larned."
The reporter found Mr. Larned..
And Mr. Larned was exceedingly
busy. Furthermore he did not know
anything about the girls who were to
be shipped to Boston. He had heard
nothing about them'. He was sure
the company had jaothing to do with
it Ande..he was still more sure that
he, Mr. Larned, had nothing to do
"Who can tell me anything about 3
the girls?" asked the reporter.
"Mr. Hill, Mr. H. P. Hill, the gen
eral manager," said Larned. "I don't
think Mr. Hill is in just now." .
Hill was not in. Furthermore, no
employe of the company seemed to w
know when he would he in. Which ;
was strange when you consider that
Hill is the big boss,
Also, none of the office force knew
anything about the girls, waiting be
low with their suitcases to be shipped
-The reporter went outside and tele- ..
phoned to the office of the company. .-
" Iwant to get the person in charge
of 'those girls," he said. i K
"Who are you?" demanded the
voice at the other end. l'
"Me?" said the reporter, hoping he
would be forgiven for the lie, "I'm the
father of one of the girls."
"Oh," just a moment, please," said
the voice, very graciously.
A moment later the reporter was
connected with a woman's voice.
"I'm the father of one of these girls
that iwas called in," he explained. "I
was getting anxious about her. Can
you tell me what" hag happened to
"Why, certainly," .said the" voice
and it was all honey now "we may
need to send your girl to Boston. j
Operators , there -are very badly need- '
ed, and by the" way, what town
is your girl from?"
"Chicago," saidChe reporter.
"Oh," said the voice, "I don't know
about HER", then. I' monly in charge
of the out-of-town drafts' . ( y
Evidently the Chieago Telephone
Co. had been "drafting" girls, much
as the United States army -drafts"
mules. And also, it was evident that
the women in charge of the out-of-
town "drafts was not at all sur- . I
prised that the father of one of the y
"draft" ones should) no.t know any-
thing about where she had been
"drafted" to. "''., f
The reporter returned to the' main f
office of the company and "asked for '