Rock Island Daily Argus

Lotta and the Dressmakers.

Just now I am at the mercy of dressmakers, and they are in the aggregate the trials of a mind. Of course there are some who are mistress of their business, but as a rule they are poor failures. I can't understand it, either. If a woman has to make a living as a dressmaker why doesn't she put her pride in her work and conquer it? A sleeve, it seems to me, is a little thing to make, but out of six modistes five will put it in a dress wrong. Ah! well, poor women, they are the victims of the age in which they live. The time will come when women will roll up their sleeves and go to work, heart, hand and soul, not only to get a living out of it, but to dignify it. We Americans like to preach about the freedom of our people and country, but for all that caste is as distinctly defined as in far away Hindostan, and there is no such thing as equality. A shop girl may be just as good as a petted daughter, but society prefers the pet every time.—Chicago Mail Interview.