Filling the aisles, passing and repassing, a constantly arriving and departing throng of shoppers, women.

Simply a moving, seeking, hurrying mass of femininity, in the midst of which the occasional man shopper, man clerk, and man supervisor, looks lost and out of place.
To you, perhaps, the statement that six million women in the United States are working outside of the home for wages is a simple, unanalyzed fact.

You grasp it as an intellectual abstraction, without much appreciation of its human significance.

The mere reading of statistics does not help you to realize the changed status of women, and of society.

You need to see the thing with your own eyes.
Standing on the corner of the Bowery and Grand Street, in New York, when the Third Avenue trains overhead are roaring their way uptown packed with homeward-bound humanity, or on the corner of State and Madison streets, in Chicago, or on the corner of Front and Lehigh streets, in Philadelphia; pausing at the hour of six at the junction of any city's great industrial arteries, you get a full realization of the change.