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…In the summer this young girl, who does not think the hand of fate is turned against her, spends her evenings on the piers that line the East River. There she finds congenial company. She meets Tommy and Maggie, and Mike and Mamie, and all the rest of what she affectionately terms “the mob.” They sit out on the string-piece and sing the popular sentimental songs of the day. One of the young men plays a waltz on a mouth harmonica or an accordion, and they dance the hours away on the rough planking of the pier and are happy. She goes to as many picnics as she can. If she is fortunate as to invited to four picnics in one week she goes to all of them, and is among the last to leave the dancing pavilion for dancing is her chief and almost only diversion.
When she earns what she calls “real money,” which is anything from four dollars a week upward, she pays three dollars a week to her mother for board and keeps the balance for her own needs. She buys her own clothing and pays half a dollar for a seat in one of the down-town theatres whenever she can afford it, which is not often.
Our young friend is also fond of the theatre because she can see there the dresses worn by women more fortunate than she. She is fond of dress and has a love for pretty things. When the opportunity offers she stops before the show-windows of the big dry-goods stores in the shopping district, and gazes wistfully at the handsome gowns displayed there, and turns away with a sigh from the things that can never be hers. Yet she feels that she is as much entitled to them as the grand dame who sweeps out of the establishment and across the walk to her handsome brougham**.
Though her clothing is inexpensive, Miss East-Side dresses neatly. Occasionally she runs to a blaze of color as to hats, and now and then flashes a fifty-cent diamond in the faces of her associates; but they “guy” her so, she soon gives up such things.
It happens often that she is the sole support of the family. The East-Side girl works harder and just as cheerfully as ever, and turns every cent into the house as fast as she makes it. She assists with the household duties before she leaves in the morning and when she returns at night. The few articles of clothing she manages to get are made over and over again, patched, darned, and cleaned many times. In the winter she suffers from lack of proper clothing. She walks to her work every morning—it costs too much to ride—through sunshine and storm, and back again at night. So she trudges on, month in and month out; and when the quiet young truck driver who lives around the corner asks her to marry him, she regards him seriously and says:
“Honest, Mike, I’d like ter marry yer, because yer know I like yer, and ye’re on the level, but me ole man and me ole woman ain’t in it anny more for workin’, and if I left ’em they’d be in the soup. No, I don’t stand for no game like that.”
So, he goes away, and she grieves because of it, but her conscience is clear—she is doing her duty.
However, the young men who come wooing are not all treated thus. Jimmie may have been escorting Mamie to picnics during the season. This is a public acknowledgement that he is deeply interested in her. She has permitted him to kiss her; she has fallen asleep with her head against his shoulder when returning from the picnics on boat or car in the early morning hours.
Finally, one evening as they are chatting in the front doorway, the only place Miss East-Side has to see her friends, Jimmie exclaims: “Hay, Mame, I’m stuck on yer! Kin we get married?”
But Mame is wary and inquires if he has work, and if he has ever been arrested. Her investigation resulting satisfactorily she is prompt to reply. “Yer wait here till I go up’n tell me old woman and see if she’s got any kicks comin’. If she has it’s all right, for they don’t go. I’m doin’ the marryin’.” And thus Miss East-Side becomes engaged to be married.
—Charles T. Brodhead, Ladies’ Home Journal, September 1899, with illustrations by L. L. Roush
**Pronounced “broom” or “brohm”. Per Merriam-Webster’s: a light closed horse-drawn carriage with the driver outside in front