American womanhood had never struck so rich a bonanza as during the wartime expansion of the U.S. merchant marine. Superstition of the sea had busied thousands of nervous feminine hands with the christening of ships. And after smashing her bottle, each ship sponsor took home a souvenir gift. Some of the trinkets would have lit fire in the eyes of a Follies girl.
Last week the masculine stare of the Senate's Mead Committee fastened on a list of the haul. The committee had nothing against women, as such. It just wanted to know how much taxpayers' money shipbuilders had lavished...
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