A girl has got to work

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Day-diary written on the 12th August 1937 by a female Junior Clerk from London.

“Later a rather unpopular girl came in and picked up a paper with the headline “A woman is past marrying at 31” on like that. She said “I haven’t far to go.” The man in the room, he’s middle-aged and very kind, said without thinking, “How old are you?” She said “27” and we all chorused tactlessly “Oh you’re not on the shelf yet” and then could have bitten our tongues out. At 12.30 I went to lunch. I went by my season ticket to Temple station and walked up the Strand to Woolworths, where I bought a frill. I walked to Charing X and had my lunch in a Milli Bar, a milkshake and sandiches. I took a train back.

It was unbearably hot on the bridge- there were many visitors having themselves photographed, against Big Ben. In the lift, which is a little slef-working one, there were four middle aged men- none of whom I knew. I noticed that they kept their hats on. When the grill was closed the man at the buttons said to me “What floor?” At once I and the other men chanted “3” “4” “5”. The first man said sternly “Young lady?” I said “4” and to 4 we went, and the one poor man had to walk down. I was very amused.”