It's so harmless. Course
she'll never have any practice; she won't get out and hustle with the
greasy Yahoudis who run the bar now-a-days. No, so long as my sister has
the career fever, I say law, every time. Cadge, why don't you study law?"
"The dear boy does so enjoy talking nonsense," Cadge explained
indulgently.
"In ordinary business," Reid went on, "pretty women are only employed as
lures for men. Swell milliners have 'em to overawe with their great
grieving eyes the Hubbies who're inclined to kick at market rates for
bonnets. Now there's dry goods, chief theme of half the race. You'd think
there'd be a show there for a pretty girl; well, there ain't. It's retail
trade; one girl can sell about as many papers of pins in a day as
another."
"Some pretty cloak and suit models get big wages," said Cadge.
"Yes, in the jobbing houses. That's wholesale trade, and every dicker
counts. Have to corset themselves to death, though."
"It's a fact," Cadge put in. "Many's the filler I've written about it.
Girl has to destroy her beauty to get a living by her beauty."
"Sure! Fashions not made to fit women, but women to fit fashions.
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