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and that if she were I, she'd try to get something more practical and dependable. She said she had a job one day and none the next. At the present time she was on the _Inter Ocean_, and she had been assigned to
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the Y. W. C. A. (she called it
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The Young Women's Cussed Association ) and dig up some stories about the
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and certain abuses of the officials. She said she'd have a fine
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but still advised me to get a stenographer's place in preference. She said there were five thousand and ninety-nine positions for stenographers to one for women reporters, and that if I got a good place, I would find time to write a bit, anyway. In that way I'd get ahead even better than if I had some precarious post on a newspaper, as the space rates were excessively low. She said that she herself did not make enough to keep body and soul together, but that she had a small income from home. She said her present place was not worth that, and she blew out a puff of smoke from her pretty lips. Any day she expected that her
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as she had been