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"Organized the Jewish hat-trimmers in Newark, and all my friends went back on me for sticking up for the Jews. Did I care? Ten years ago every time the men got a raise through their union, the girls had their salaries cut. Different now. We've enough sense to give the easy jobs to the old ladies and there's lots of old ones trimming hats." "What's trimming hats?"
The parent union is that of Danbury, Connecticut. The girl hat-trimmers, under the leadership of Melinda Scott, of Newark and New York, have during the last ten years improved both wages and conditions and have besides increased their numbers and aided in forming new locals in other centers.
There are girls who make fans, who work in feathers, who pick over and assort rags for paper warehouses, who act as 'strippers' in tobacco shops, who make caps, and paper boxes, and toys, and almost all imaginable things. There are milliners' girls, and bindery girls, and printers' girls press- feeders, bookfolders, hat-trimmers.
There was a feeling as if the crowd ought to have a throat to give vent to some strange, fierce fact that festered in its heart. And then toward the end the chairman announced that one of the hat-trimmers, one of the girls who worked in another hat factory, would address the meeting Miss Sally Heffer.
Melinda Scott is English by birth, belongs to New York, and has achieved remarkable results in her own union of the hat-trimmers.
Industry, so Sally knew, was taking the young girls by the million, overworking them, sapping them of body and soul, and casting them out unfit to bear children, untrained to keep house, undisciplined to meet life and to be a comrade of a man. And Sally knew, moreover, what could be done. She knew what she had accomplished with the hat-trimmers.
"Yes you know I used to be in Newark I was the president of the Newark Hat-Trimmers' Union." "And now?" "I'm trying to organize the girls here." "Well," he muttered, grimly. "I wouldn't like to be your boss, Miss Heffer." She laughed in her low voice. "Let me tell you what sort I am!" And she sat down, crossed her legs, and clasped her hands on her raised knee.
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