You cannot be expected to react acutely to our servant problem, for by all accounts. dwellers in Asia merely have to lift a finger and soft-footed Orientals spring to their requirements, to serve them dishes of dainty darbeeyahs and goblets of iced beriberi as they loll under the shade of the polenta trees.
For us, however, this question of servants is unending and seemingly insoluble. It gave rise to extraordinary scenes in the Royal Horticultural Society's hall the night before last, when a number of ʻactory girls and maidservants mi in debate on the relative advantage. of their lives. The factory girls spoke first, chanting the delights of free evenings, dances, cinemas, good pay, frequent holidays.
Then the domestics took up the parable. They lived better than story girls, got more money when you reckoned in free board and lodging, and had no difficulty nowadays about holidays, Very soon the factory girls began to interrupt with cries of "Nonsense," "Sit down," "You don't know what you're talking about." But when a speaker on on the maids' side said that factory girls knew nothing about housekeeping and ruined their husbands' and children's digestion with bad cock-in either for the sense of romance which is inherent in the human make-up, and, in some odd way, makes the humblest hedge-cutter feel himself a partner in the splendour of a coronation or the fairy tale of a royal love match. Royalty has a wonderful chance to-day if it plays its cards well Most peoples would be glad to set up again the princes whom they toppled over so hastily after the war.
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