There are no nights, nor Sundays, nor holidays in a telephone exchange.

The city could not get along for one single minute in one single hour of the twenty-four without the telephone girl.

Her hands move quickly over the face of the switch board, picking up long, silk-wound wires, reaching high, plugging one after another the holes of the switch board.

The wires cross and recross, until the switch board is like a spider web, and in the tangle of lines under the hands of the telephone girl are enmeshed the business affairs of a city.
What would happen if this army of women was suddenly withdrawn from the telephone exchanges?
Men could not take their places.

That experiment has been tried more than once, and it has always failed.
Having seen how well women serve industry, go back to the department store and see how they dominate it also.
The department store apparently exists for women.