For most of her 44 years, Mrs. Dorothy Gutheridge of Minneapolis has patiently endured an existence remarkable only for its bleakness. Deserted by her husband in 1945, Mrs. Gutheridge went to work as a hotel clerk at $32 a week. A year ago, when a foot infection forced her to give up the hotel job, she turned to unrewarding makeshifts: babysitting, caring for old people, tinting photos and painting figurines. She managed to support herself and take care of her crippled, 83-year-old father, but her weary eyes and tight mouth testified to her...
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