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A iZ)at^ AT THE OFFICE
The career girl who mops the back porch may live longer and
sprout fewer gray hairs. by BARBARA FRYE
WAS there ever a housewife who, at some time in the midst of sloshing a stringy mop in a pail of dirty water, has not wished fervently for the dignified haven of an office desk?
Suppose you changed places with the girl next door who leaves the cares and responsibilities of a house' hold behind her each morning. She steps into the nice, fresh air looking immaculate and composed anticipat' ing a day of business instead of formulas, what to have for dinner, and numerous other domestic chores that you are finding humdrum.
Your office retreat starts at 8:30 and while that is not exactly the crack of dawn (and, yes, I know that you are used to getting your husband off to work and your two children scrubbed, fed and off to school by that hour) as a "career" girl, you rise between 5:30 and 7:00 a. m., depend' ing on how much do' mesticity you must manage before start' ing on the job. Did you ever notice how much easier it is to
fry an egg dressed in an old wrapper than in freshly pressed gabardine?
The alarm is switched off frantically to stop those little men from running the adding machine in your head. You groan involuntarily as you recall a notebook full of dictation yet to be transcribed. The question is whether to make the supreme effort immediately and go through the motions leisurely and enjoy your morning coffee, or whether to lie there debating the question and rush madly from putting on your face to a half eaten breakfast. And breakfast is a must whether you like it or not or you will live to regret it in midmorning when you begin feeling net only hungry, but stupid.
Your clothes were laid out the n-ght before, and your mind is running ten minutes ahead of yourself making coordination impossible and your stomach begins a churning motion which usually lasts until you are home running in reverse process in the eve ning. Of course, if it is raining, your whole