THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
I'LL BET ON MOLLIE
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
I have had the most interested side
lights on men and women lately,
"which have confirme'd my contentions
on the man-woman question.
Men and women are just alike
good, bad and indifferent. One has no
special and unique characteristic that
cannot be a part of the other's make
up. Both are more or less egotists
and neither will give way to the other.
It seems to me if woman would" only
understand that she was' the equal of
man only as she is complimentary to
him, and, while woman as a type has
all the virtues, capacities, abilities and
vices that men have, yet it is the
exceptional woman that has a man's
type of mind and an exceptional man
that has the unselfish heart at wo
man. I really don't know why I should
prefix this bit of woman's philosophy
to this chronicle of Mollie's experM
ences in getting a "job," but I Jove to
put all my thoughts in fhis little book.
Mollie just loves the word, ''job," and
consequently I think she will make a
great success at it. From the minute
she began to study stenography
much against her mother's will she
began to talk about her ','job?' and
now that she has one she" seems
She stayed for dinner with me last
night Dick 'did not come" back yes
terday, as evidently expected to do,
and we alternately laughed and sniff
ed indignantly as she told me of her
"The first place I went, Margie,"
she said, "was where a man wanted
a sort of private secretarial work
done. They told ,me that he was not
in his office much and some one was
wanted who would have brains
enough to answer telephone', mes
sages and business callers.
" TTou will have to keep the gentle
man's personal bank ' account
straight, answer his personal as well
as business letters and generally take
the detail of office work off his
hands,' they told me at the agency.
"The job looked very good to me
and so Iwent over.
"The man, you know, Margie, is
one of the members of a wealthy firm
of brokers, and I was delighted at get
ting such a delightful place.
"When I got there I was stopped at
the door of the reception room by a
very fresh kid .who asked "me who I
wanted to see.
"Upon my giving the name, he
looked me over very .curiously from
head to foot. Then he stepped to a
door and knocked and as he entered
he left the door ajar.
"I heard my name and business
mumbled over by the boy, and then I
heard a man's voice in sharp, staccato
, '"Is she gopd looking?'
"'Very,' answered the boy, and I
forgave him for his freshness.
" 'Send'her in,' was the command.
"As I came in a very good-looking
man of forty-five lqoked ;up expect
antly, and I am sure a look of ap
proval came into his eyes at least it
was a look of interest.
"I told him who I was and what I
thought I could do.
"He listened attentively and then
said: "I am wondering, Miss Waverly,
why you wish to take a position in an
office. A girl like you would grace a
"I'd rather grace a good-paying
job,' I said impulsively, and then I
stopped and I could feel my face grow
red, for I knew that was not the way
a girl should talk to a prospective
"He 'laughed a little and looked at
me not at all as an employer as he
said: 'What a funny little minx you
are. I guess I'll give you that job
you are after and see if you can make
good.' . . - ,
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