Ten Years in Washington: or, Inside Life and Scenes in Our National Capital as a Woman Sees Them ... to Which Is Added a Full Account of the Life and Death of President James A. GarfieldClemmer, Mary
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Ten Years in Washington: or, Inside Life and Scenes in Our National Capital as a Woman Sees Them ... to Which Is Added a Full Account of the Life and Death of President James A. Garfield
Clemmer, Mary
Washington (D.C.) -- Description and travel; Washington (D.C.) -- History
The whole basement floor of the north wing of the Treasury is occupied
by the busy counters of mutilated money. Here sit one hundred and eighty
women counters, restorers and detectors. Side by side, we see the faded
and the blooming face. Here is the woman, worn and weary—born, more than
likely, to ease and luxury—thankfully working to support herself and her
children; and at the very next table, a maiden, whose fresh youth, care
has not yet worn out—each working with equal thankfulness, to support
herself, and besides, perhaps, father and mother, brother, sister or
child.
[Illustration:
COUNTING WORN AND DEFACED GREENBACKS, AND DETECTING COUNTERFEITS.
This room is in the Redemption Bureau, Treasury Building. Over One
Hundred Thousand Dollars worth of Fractional Currency alone is here
daily received for redemption; out of which about $350 dollars’
worth of counterfeit money is detected, stamped and returned.
]
The time of toil, for one who must earn her living, is not long; indeed,
the hours are fewer than the average hours of ordinary labor. She does
not complain of them; she is grateful for her chance. Yet her
working-day is as long as her brother’s. Her chance, alone, is less. For
the same hours and the same toil, her stipend is one-fourth smaller than
his smallest.
At three o’clock P. M., hats and shawls come down from their pegs,
lunch-baskets come forth from their hiding-places, the great corridors,
and porticoes, and broad streets are thronged with homeward-wending
workers. For the space of half an hour, the Treasury-offices and halls
seem deserted, and then—Lo! the Broom Brigade! Cobwebs, dust and dirt,
no longer dim the granite steps, the tessellated floors, the marble
surfaces of the Treasury-building, as they used to do, years ago.
Congress has provided a Broom Brigade, with fifteen dollars a month, to
pay each member—and here they come, the sweepers, the dusters and the
scrubbers—ninety women!
Three years ago, was established the present efficient system of daily
cleaning of the Treasury, exclusively under feminine control, with what
perfect result, all who remember the Treasury as it was, and see it as
it is, can bear witness.
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