Very shortly we may expect to see an army of Scottish Amazons, arrayed in knickerbockers, kilts, and Tam o’ Shanters, come marching over the Border to convert their vacillating sisters in the South to the true trouserian faith. Have not our earnest “women workers” already conferred in Glasgow, and do not the whole three Scottish universities already lend their countenance to the daring woman doctor? The “new woman” seems to be having it all her own way in Scotland.

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If you’re not seen as a team player, you won’t have the support of your colleagues when problems arise.

… would we look at the rooms? Outlooking on the piazza, with a balcony from which we could observe the Festa of to-morrow.