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-. CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
PAOi'-A'S COLLEGE THEORIES ARE BROKEN BY REAL LIFE
"I had another illustration of snob
bery, Ma?gk"e" said Paula, "when
Emma and went into the depart
ment store totet the maid's dress."
" 'Show us the maids' dresses,
, "The shop girl &W nt look atlher
at all, but turned to mo.
" 'Is there anythingVJ can do for
you,' she asked.-
'"Yes,' I answered, youVcan tell
my friends where the nraids'tdresses
"All girls are not like thatAMargie,
neither are all men likeJules.vI am
glad to say, but the thing thaflhad
impressed on me that day was lhat
snobberv was not confined to am'
one class. You find it in every walkN
of life. It is a very human trait.
"My little friend Jane had "risen,
above it, and so had Emma, and
Vhile at that time I know I had some
lingering seeds of it, I hope today I
have grown-democratic, broad and
liberal. In fact, in looking back- I
can find excuse for the attitude of
Aunt Rachel as well as the girl who
waited on us that morning. Both
were trying to succeed in the things
they had undertaken.
"Aunt Rachel, knowing the truth
about me, had cast me off because
she believed I would be a millstone
about her neck, while she was trying
to marry her commonplace daugh
ters to money; and the' salesgirl
picked me instead of Emma because
she thought I looked as though I had
"Finally, however, Emma spied a
friend and she said:
" 'Say, Sallie, get me the best
looking; maid's dress you have for.
"Sallie brought out a number of
simple little frocks and I tried them
on. They fitted me perfectly.
" Tou are a perfect 36, Paula,'
said Emma with a laugh.
" 'What's the game?' asked Sallie,
as Emma and I discussed how the
embroidered collar and cuffs I had
would look ith it.
"'No game at all,' said Emma.
'Paula is going to be hat girl at the
"Again Sallie showed her breeding
by not saying a word. Instead she
" 'Let me put your collar on so you
can see how it looks.'
"It was fine, and truly, Margie, I
have never looked better than I did
in that simple little frock.
"As Sallie went to have it wrapped
I asked Emma how much she got a
" 'About $8,' was her answer. 'She
tnld Trip, that aha callo aVinuf tcnn
foworth of goods a week.
x Then, according to the law of
percentages, she should get more
than $8, was my comment. Emma
looked at me and smiled.
" 'You learned that at college, did
you not? Let me tell you,y friend,
the price of labor is not set by the
law of percentage. Like everything
else in this world it is set by the law
of supply and demand.
'"There are thousands of ' girls
who want to work in stores, for lit
tle pay, as hey live at home. And
while the money does not wholly
support them, it helps and takes
some of the burden off the head of
" 'These girls set the price of labor.
No business man is going to pay
more" than he has to for'anything he
buys. You, my dear, can make much
more money at the restaurant if you
can stand the fuss that will be made
"It was a good thing I did not know
what Emma meant by 'fuss.'vor I
am sur6 I would not have gone.
"Margie, when I get settled I am
going to devote my life and money
to the cause of making men regard