No problems like these bothered factory managers a year ago. But now, perhaps, a very shapely sweater girl wanders in to take her place in the swing shift. Low whistles follow her as she ambles down the aisle between machines. But a few minutes later a grey-haired factory chaperon catches her in the ladies' room. The chaperon is tactful (workers are hard to get). She admires the sweater girl's figure but says it would be a shame if because of her some man lost a hand under a punch press. Next night the...
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