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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 strike?" "I should worry and lose my shape," she said. "We're out for the fun, and we're going to get good -pay for it." 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 girl. 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 with them. "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 to Boston. -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 her?'-' "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 '