an apartment hotel, she finds many duties to engage her attention. The magazines on the table would get to be as ancient as those in a dentist's office if she didn't remove the back numbers. Who else would conduct the correspondence that makes and breaks dinner engagements and do it so gracefully as to maintain the family's perfect social balance? Who else would indite with an appropriate sentiment and tie up and address all the Christmas packages that have to be sent annually to a large circle of relatives? Well, all these and innumerable other things you may be sure the Judge wouldn't do. He simply can't be annoyed with petty and trivial matters. He says that for the successful practice of his profession, he requires outside of his office hours rest and relaxation. Now the other partner practises without them. And you can see which is likely to make the greater legal reputation.
In upper Manhattan, at a Central Park West address, a woman physician's sign occupies the front window of a brown stone front residence. She happens to be a friend of mine. Katherine is one of the most successful women practitioners in New York. Nine patients waited for her in the ante room the last time I was there. From the basement door, inadvertently left ajar, there floated up the sound of the doctor's voice: "That chicken," she was saying, "you may cream for luncheon. I have a case at the hospital at two o'clock. We'll hang the new curtains in the dining room at three. And—
