American superintendent who had been brought over from Bridgeport, Connecticut, answered promptly: "Sure, 9000 of 'em. We're going to convert this into an automobile factory and we're not going to throw all this specially made-to-measure-to-woman-size machinery on the scrap-heap, you know."
And the British Association for the Advancement of Science has investigated and decided and announced: "Where female labour is either underpaid or is obviously superior to male labour, a special inducement offers itself to employers to retain the women."
Can't you see the efficiency expert at the elbow of Government, writing "Void" across the face of that scrap of paper? Industry cannot afford to let the women go.
And there are all the cloak-rooms with the plate-glass mirrors and the canteen dining-rooms done in pink, and blue, and duck's-egg green and the new uniforms that Parliament made for the woman in industry! Oh, gentlemen, after all, why should she go home? For the new place in industry is the most comfortable place in which she has ever been in the world! Oh, I know the sociologists used to talk about the factory as so unhealthful for a woman. But you see, that was because no man knew how hard was domestic labour: he had never done it. And it was before the experts began to gather data on how unhealthful is the home.
