First of all, the dress of the business girl. Most of the ill-breeding
in the world is due to ignorance. Ignorance of the laws of beauty and
taste causes one to make a display of finery, and over-dressing is a
mark of vulgarity whether one can afford it or not.

The girl does not live--we believe this is right--who does not love
pretty clothes. But the average girl does not have money to spend
lavishly for them. Her salary, as a rule, is not princely, and there are
often financial as well as moral obligations to the people at home. She
cannot have Sunday clothes and everyday clothes. She must combine the
two with the emphasis on the latter.

A few years ago it was almost impossible to accomplish this, but
manufacturers have recognized her needs and are now making clothes
especially for her--plain dresses in bright colors and dark dresses with
a happy bit of trimming here and there, neat enough to pass the
censorship of the strictest employer, pretty enough to please the most
exacting young girl.

A woman is no longer thought eccentric if she wears low heels. The
modern flapper is too sensible for such nonsense as French heels for
standing all day behind the counter. Manufacturers have discovered this
also, and are making shoes with low heels and broad toes quite as
pleasing as the French monstrosities and infinitely more comfortable.

A business girl--or any girl, for that matter--should take pains with
her hands and her hair. Coiffures that might be appropriate in a ball
room are out of place in an office, and heavily jeweled hands, whether
the jewels are real or imitation, are grotesquely unsuited to office
work. (So are dirty ones.)

Hair that is glossy and tidy, hands that are clean and capable, dress
that is trim and inconspicuous--add to these intelligence, willingness,
good health, and good manners and there is not much left to be desired.

Certain positions expose girls to the temptation of dress more than
others. She, for instance, who all day handles lovely garments or she
who all day poses before long mirrors in exquisite gowns that other
women are to wear--can one expect these girls to go merrily home at
night to a hall bedroom with a one-burner gas jet and a mournful array
of old furniture? They have a problem that the girl in a glue factory or
a fish cannery does not have to meet--at least not in so concrete a
form. At the same time they have an opportunity that these other girls
do not have, and it