Women wanted: The story written in blood red letters on the horizon of the Great World WarDaggett, Mabel Potter
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Women wanted: The story written in blood red letters on the horizon of the Great World War
Daggett, Mabel Potter
Women -- Employment; World War, 1914-1918 -- Women
Over on the banks of the Seine even as here on the banks of the Hudson,
they are teaching women now the things that Cecile Bornozi knows.
Not so long ago I stood in the École Pratique de Haut Enseignement
Commercial pour les Jeunes Filles in Paris. This practical school of
high commercial instruction for young girls is in the Rue Saint Martin
in an old monastery, the Ancien Prieure de Saint Martin des Champs,
where the Government has given them quarters. Here a high vaulted room
of prayer has been turned into an amphitheatre. On rows of benches
lifted tier after tier above the grey and white tiled floor, a hundred
and twenty-five girls sat facing a new future. For the first time in
history, _la jeune fille_ who has always been more domestic minded than
the young girl of any other nation except Germany, is being taught to
be commercially minded. Curiously enough, “Thou shalt not darn” is a
fundamental precept for success laid down by the director of the new
school in France even as at the new school in America. Mlle. Sanua in
Paris has to be perhaps even more insistent about it than Miss Wylie
in New York. These are 125 girls of the _bourgeoise_ families, any one
of whom, if the great war had not come about, would be this morning
going to market with her mother to learn the relative values of the
different varieties of soup greens. And this afternoon she would be
occupied, needle in hand, on a chemise or a robe _de nuit_ for her
trousseau. Now she has been called to a totally new environment. Here
she sits on a wooden bench, the sofa pillow she has brought with her at
her back, a fountain pen in hand, her note book on her knee, adjusting
herself to a career which up to 1914 no one so much as dreamed of for
her. She is hearing this morning a lecture on commercial law, delivered
by Mme. Suzanne Grinberg, one of Paris’ famous lawyers. _Le Professeur_
sits on a high stool before a great walnut table, her shapely hands in
graceful gesture accentuating her legal phrases. Every little while you
catch the “_n’est ce pas?_” with which she closes a period. And now and
then she turns to the blackboard behind her to illustrate her meaning
with a diagram.
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