DOUGHNUTS
In a Middle Western town a certain woman discovered the secret of making old-fashioned doughnuts that would simply melt in your mouth. Neighbors soon learned of these delicious doughnuts, and insisted that every time she made them she would make a few dozen extra which they bought.
She decided to go into the doughnut business. She rented a small place about the size of a small shoe-shine parlor right on the busiest corner, and equipped the window with a kettle of lard on a gas hot-plate. Everything was painted white, and she was dressed in white. She fried doughnuts to order. Customers stood in line waiting for their doughnuts to fry. It proved a tremendous success. To-day she owns a large, fully equipped bakery where she bakes everything usually made in a bakery.
TO WHICH OF THESE CLASSES DO YOU BELONG?
CLASS NO. 1
Are you a stenographer, typist, bookkeeper, or an office clerk of some kind who goes to work at a certain time every morning, rain or shine? Do you take a few sandwiches along and eat lunch at your desk or in a rest room, or do you go to a cheap restaurant? You have a certain time to stop working each day. Do you dread the long afternoon—how lonesome and monotonous!—checking figures, typing letters, filing papers, or doing some other routine work which you have done so often? How you long for five o’clock to come! Not because you are lazy, but because you are human. Because it is not human for anyone to go on and on doing the same monotonous work day after day without becoming weary and discouraged. And then Saturday comes. How much is in your pay envelope? After you pay your living expenses, how much is left for you to buy the things which make life so bright for a young girl? When you go out on Sunday and see so many girls wearing fine clothes and associating with cultured people, what do you think? Do you think of the past weeks of discouraging work? Do you think of your clothes, your kind of friends, your home life and your meager earnings? At times you must look ahead, away off into the gloomy future. Monday morning you awake feeling blue, tired and discouraged with the dreadful thought of the office, the irritable employer who scolds, the same faces looking at you, the same monotonous routine.
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO?
Perhaps you are being led to believe that you are going to be promoted. Stop and think. Suppose you are promoted. What will it amount to? True, you might then be able to wear a little better clothes and not be quite so pinched for money; but after all, nothing else will change. Of all the girls you know, how many of them doing your kind of work ever advanced beyond a living wage? Surely your aspirations are for more than something to live upon! What are you going to do about it?
You have two avenues open to you. One is to continue your present daily grind and deprive yourself of the luxuries, the romance and the brilliant future of a happy home.
The other is to learn the things you should know in order to become successful, and get your full share of the sweet things in this world while you are still a young girl, and can enjoy them. This avenue will lead you to happiness, romance, and to all the niceties of life which are so dear to a young girl.