WOMEN'S FORUM.

Auckland Star, Volume LXIII, Issue 134, 8 June 1932, Page 13

WOMEN'S FORUM.

GENTLEMEN SCULLIONS. Some of the modern young men ill London have now realised that the position of waiter in a first-class hotel or restaurant is one of the best jobs in the labour market, and many a fat bank book hides behind a dented dicky. A London hotel which recently had a vacancy for ail under-waiter, had among its applicants for the post, public schoolboys, ex-civil servants ancl one title. Stockbrokers, it is said, are putting their children into the kitchens with the hope that they will start at the bottom of tlie service-liatch and work up. In a famous Strand hotel, a puttie schoolboy is learning the art of the scullion. An undergraduate is slicing ham m West Kensington. "And why not-'" ask " l junior waiter, who had just left a publ | school. "The life is extremely interestin.'. and a waiter these days has to be cultured and intelligent. Many of my colleagues can speak three languages. A WOMAN TYPOGRAPHER. There arc, it seems, few positions today to which woman cannot aspire. Her standing in medicine, the arts, law, tin. business world, has long been ass • but a woman typographer or expcit in artistic printing is, however, a new departure. It is an American who lias attained this position, Miss Mary M<Lucas, a young woman still in lier midtwenties, who has been chosen by the Gun-o-cnliciin Foundation (a committee administering a big fund given by a copper magnate to establish research scholarships) to devote a year to study of printing and design iu Europe, one is also one of the directors of the American Institute of Typographic Arts. Miss McLucas has only studied printill" for a comparatively short time; she intended to be a teacher; she was, 111 fact, a pupil teaclicr for a little while, so after studying at the University of Colorado she went to n. business college. Her first position after completing her course was in the university at Yale. Through the work 111 coniicction with the university's printing, which she had to arrange, she was brought into contact with one of the leading typographers in America, who urged her to study the kinds, histories and uses of printing and to take up the work a career. After a couple of years Miss McLueas went to New York as a type expert for an advertising agency. A year later she became chief type expert for a publishing house, and she is now in business for herself as a designer of : special editions.

WOULD BE HELPFUL. Every circle has its well-meaning member, who, by thinking she is doing a good turn to one, unconsciously makes it difficult for another. These people are, of course, separate from the "fool of the family" who, on finding herself receiving a "warning kick under the table, immediately says in an injured tone, "What are you kicking me for?" But the story runs of a young matron who recently spied a friend coming along the road in the morning, and sensed with that sixth sense that busy housewives have, that she was due for a caller. The hour was inconvenient; brooms and dusters were everywhere, hair was untidy, and there was absolutely nothing in the house for morning tea. The only cheerful thing about the place for a visitor was the fire which burned merrily in the grate. Even that was out of the usual course of events, but the morning was cold, and the embers from tho night before inspired tha building of it. So the doorbell was allowed to ring—and ring again—and tho unwilling hostess tip-toed about as quiet ae a mouse. Just as the unadmitted guest was leaving, she met one of these well-meaning ones at the gate and stated to the newcomer that her call had been in vain. "Mrs. X must be out." "Oh, but I don't think she can be," was the answer. "See, the smoke is coming out of the chimney far too quickly. Why don't you go around the back way and see?" So tho lady of the untidy hair, whose cupboard was bare for the occasion, was discovered, and it is believed that she now reserves judgment, with self-control, on the bright young observer who, through the offices of tho smoke from the chimney, admitted the guest into her Bedlanu