“If you want any of this dope in the paper,” he said, “you’ll have
    to grab off a paragraph here and there.  My machine’s got a bad
    squirt, and it’ll take an hour or more to fix it.”

Greek, all Greek!  A squirt!  I was too busy “grabbing off” paragraphs to investigate; but then and there I resolved to penetrate all these mysteries.  I found the linotype operator eager to show me how his machine works, and the foreman was glad to take me around and instruct me in his department and also in the pressroom.  I have had trouble with printers since; but in the end they had to admit that the “hen editor” knew what she was talking about.

There is a great cry now for woman’s advancement.  If the women are hunting equality as their goal let them not seek out the crowded, hostile cities, but remain in the smaller places where their work can stand out distinctly.  A trite phrase expresses it that a newspaper is the “voice of the people.”  What better than that a woman should set the tune for that voice?

    Equality with men!  I sit at my desk looking out over the familiar
    home scene.  A smell of fresh ink comes to me, and a paper just off
    the press is slapped down on my desk.

    “Look!” says the foreman.  “We got out some paper today, didn’t we?”

    “We!” How’s that for equality?  He has been twenty years at his
    trade and I only ten, yet he includes me.

When I am tempted to feel that my field is limited, my tools crude, and my work unhonored and unsung, I recall a quotation I read many years ago, and I will place it here at the end of the “hen editor’s” uneventful story.

    Back before my mind floats that phrase, “Buried in this burg.”  If a
    person has ability, will not the world learn it?

    “If a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or sing a
    more glorious song than his neighbor, though he build his house in
    the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.”

That a personal experience story may be utilized to show readers how to do something is demonstrated in the following article taken from The Designer.  It was illustrated by a half-tone made from a wash drawing of one corner of the burlap room.

    A BEDROOM IN BURLAP

    THE MOST SATISFACTORY ROOM IN OUR BUNGALOW

    BY KATHERINE VAN DORN

Our burlap room is the show room of our bungalow.  Visitors are guided through the living-room, the bedroom, the sleeping-porch and kitchen, and allowed to express their delight and satisfaction while we wait with bated breath for the grand surprise to be given them.  Then, when they have concluded, we say: 

“But you should see our burlap room!” Then we lead the way up the stairs to the attic and again stand and wait.  We know