Then, as an afterthought, “What’s your name?” “Minnie ——, ma’am.” “All right, Minnie, 8 o’clock tomorrow. Now don’t you go back on me, mind!” * * * * * [Sidenote: Getting a job in a hotel] Now that the hotels’ employment agency is no longer open, a girl setting out to look for a job in a New York hotel first looks over the “Help Wanted” column in the New York World. There she may find advertisements such as these: Wanted: Chambermaid, with hotel experience, call before 10 A.M. Hotel ——; Live in. Wanted: Waitress, young girl, call before 10 A.M. Hotel ——. Details are seldom given regarding wages or hours. If she is experienced she has a notion as to which are “good houses” so she rates the hotels in her mind and starts out early Monday morning to apply to them for a job. Failing to find advertisements in the paper—and she does fail very often, for the labor supply in hotels is abundant—she makes the rounds of hotels, tipped off by a friend as to the best places to work. Or she joins the throng which files in and out of the hotel agencies on Sixth Avenue. The agency is usually on the second or third floor of a building with its sign in the doorway on the street floor. Under the sign are daily bulletin boards where the agency posts the “Jobs Open Today.” On the one side are jobs for men, on the other jobs for women. The girl stops to pour over these with a motley crew of women, young and old, trim and slattern, of all nationalities. “Pantry $40 a Live in girl month Waitress $30 a Live in month Chambermaid $25 a Live in,” month she reads. If she finds anything to interest her, she ascends the several flights of dark stairs leading to the agency offices. She finds the employment agency divided into two parts, the men’s department and the women’s department. Behind a railing at one end is the interviewer of women, seated at a desk, talking to applicants one by one. In front of the railing in groups sit the candidates for jobs. There are neat waitresses, pretty Irish chambermaids, intelligent, mature pantry women, buxom Italian cooks, fat little bathmaids and cleaners, who are beginning to despair of getting a job anywhere. Conversation is animated and loud, often in brogue and broken English. It concerns disputes between housekeepers and maids, the awful hours and food in some hotels, the Irish question, prohibition, and how foreigners are taking girls’ jobs.