A Different Workplace Back Then

On June 11, 1938, publication of "And You Want a Mountain." The New Yorker. Files on Parade.

Mr. Loughram is trying to make it with co-worker Miss J:

   "What's the matter with me, Miss J?"
   "What do you mean what's the matter with you?"
   "What I say. What's the matter with me? I don't know how many times in the last two years I've offered to do little things for you and you refuse as if I'd made you a proposition."
   "Oh, I don't."
   "Yes, you do. Several times when this friend of mine has stopped for me I've asked you if you cared for a lift, instead of riding home in the subway. Most people would jump at the chance. I know I do. I'd rather have a breath of fresh air and get home a few minutes late than ride in the subway, any day. But every time I ask you you'd think I was a White Slaver."
   "Oh, I do not," said Miss J. "You know, Mr. Loughran, you're making a mountain out of a molehill."
   "Yes, that's the trouble," said Mr. Loughran. It's because I'm a molehill and you want a mountain."
   "I don't follow."
   It's simple. My size. Because of my stature. Naturally I know how tall I am, or rather how tall I'm not, and I also see you going home occasionally with the fellows that call for you, and they're all tall, whereas I'm under average heightth."
"heightth" is the way the author spells it.

Advice for Mr. Loughran: Maybe she doesn't like the color of your eyes. There are some women you'll never make in a million years. Pick on someone your own size. And be grateful don't live in an age where you could get sued for harassment.

1 comment:

Christine Goldbeck said...

LOL! Ah the good old days, when one could say things and not be sued!