Stenographers And Hypochondriacs
Few young women realize the advantage of learning stenography. We all know the young woman who writes short hand comes in touch with the boss at once, and while acting amanuensis or secretary is getting a schooling they could not buy. She is going through and becoming with business as it actually exists.
She sees the decisions made by her employer, and she unconsciously absorbs methods which would be almost impossible for her to learn were it not for her proximity to this boss.
Shorthand is decidedly beneficial, first because it is good training for the mind; second it is a help all through one’s life. It enables her to take down memoranda and keep notes of verbal transactions; it enables her to get in the private office, and to be in the middle of the nerve centers of business.
Some of the greatest women in this country were shorthand writers. The stenographer who is alert soon gets to the center of the business; she soon has responsibilities given her by the boss, and is in direct line for promotion.
Here is a type we run across every day in business. We see the apparently well established woman taking out a pill box or a bottle of medicine as she sits down to lunch. We ask her what is the matter, and she proceeds to tell us about her bodily ills and infirmities.
Many women seem to take a keen delight in having something the matter with them. They go to a physician, though often the disease is practically mental.
You can’t get health out of a glass bottle. The woman who is taking medicine all the time is going at things wrong end to. If her stomach is out of whack she should change her method of living rather than to try to use her dyspepsia with stuff that comes in a bottle.
The woman who needs a ton of medicine before she can eat a lunch had better take plenty of air and exercise than to take poisonous drugs into her system.
If you are a smoker and find you have no appetite for lunch, give up cigars in the forenoon, and you will notice an immediate difference when you sit down to the noonday meal.
The hypochondriac imagines she has things the matter with her, and she becomes confirmed in her belief, she finds that so long as she lives she has something the matter with her. She no sooner gets cured of one than something else attacks him. There is no medicine like air and exercise and occupation. The woman who gives in to trifling ailments is in a sad plight. She is never happy unless she is sick. She is unreasonable, and she is the last one to appreciate what can be done by a woman who cures herself through the mental processes.
We all know that we can take a perfectly well woman and pre-arrange to have a dozen of her friends on a given day greet her with some remark about her ill appearance. That woman will be sick before the tenth man accosts her.
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