New Jobs for Women

Greasing Autos Beats Waiting
Cafe Tables, City Woman Thinks

Hours, Pay And
Future Better

Ruby Smith Likes
Her Job in Garage
And Hopes to Stay

RUBY SMITH wears snug white coveralls, a Scoach cap on her victory haircut and maybe a bigger smile than that girl they wrote the song about–"Rosie, the Riveter."

Ruby Smith, 723 West Washington, is a raw recruit to the army of women taking on men's jobs and as pleased a rooky as the rest of them. She wields a lubrication gun in a large local garage and infinitely prefers it to waiting on tables.

Unconcerned whether rushed restaurant eaters get their second cup of coffee or even their first, Ruby will stay in the automobile business, thank you. "I always was a tomboy, anyway, being raised with five brothers."

SHE works from 8 a. m. until 6 p. m. with Thursday afternoon and all day Sunday off. "The hours are better, the money is more and besides you have a chance for a raise in this business."

Ruby invaded man's territory by the simple expedient of answering an ad in the paper and she is learning the trade as she goes. "The floor manager teaches me."

In the lubrication life (where most good mechanics come from) she has learned how to lubricate wheels, transmission and differential, how to repack wheel springs and change oil–all mysterious maneuvers once the private concern of "grease monkeys."

BUT this 1942 feminine version of "grease monkey" is a far cry form the original.

The grease-covered floor has been replaced by immaculate tile, the oil can by a lubrication gun and the grime-covered service man by a slim girl whose overalls are barely smudged and whose lipstick is on straight.