I was always pretending that I was a poor-working-girl, always forgetting that I was really poor M also a working girl.
(Margaret Anderson (1886-1973), U.S. literary editor and autobiographer. My Thirty Years' War, ch. 1 (1930).
On her first full year in Chicago, as a working woman independent of her parents. Raised in affluence, she was now on her own, living hand-to-mouth as a book reviewer and literary editor.)
I just walk out the door all the girls would applaud All the girls would commend as long as they understand that I'm fighting for the girls that never thought they can never can win but before they can begin you told them it was the end and I'm am here to reverse the curse that they live in.