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the ball. Mary Dewson would know exactly what Belle Moskowitz did.

It may be true that unlike many other women I have had a life of my own and a career, but I had no intentions of having that. I never, never dreamed of being Secretary of Labor. I never dreamed of being Industrial Commissioner. I never had any notions in my mind - never, never, so help me God! I'm not a different kind of woman than most of the women in this country. You've got the wrong hypothesis if you start from the idea that women like myself who have a career are a different kind of woman. They are the identical, same kind of women. Those who have a career have been thrown by a series of circumstances and their own energies into situations where they had to assume responsibility, did assume it, were asked to assume more, did assume more. Before they knew it they had a career.

Today I realize, as of 1953, that there are a considerable number of young women who deliberately set out when young to have a career, a husband, a family, and a home. About them I do not understand and I would never like to express an opinion as to what they do until I had studied the subject and studied a good many of them. Some of them, I think, make a grave mistake, and pretty nearly kill themselves for nothing but an empty honor. “She was a