THE elevator in a sky-scraper where men and women share the offices of a powerful insurance company was crowded almost to capacity, when it stopped to take on board a tenant of lower offices, accompanied by his wife. Instantly every man in the elevator removed his hat. This was not a tribute to the wife’s superior looks, for many of the women stenographers and clerks already in the car were fairer to look upon. It was not in compliment to the richness of her furs nor her waving plumes, because the raiment of some of her self-supporting fellow-passengers was fully as good. It was purely the tribute from the primitive man to the primitive woman, whom he may support and pro-15tect, as compared with the woman who can and will support herself. The woman who works at his elbow day after day is not his ideal woman. As we left the car, a young woman whispered: "Pleasant, is it not, to be shown in this unmistakable fashion the status you take in masculine estimation when you work for your living?"—Anna Steese Richardson, in September Woman's Home Companion.