You girls know what I mean.

Mother and Father didn't wish me to go to college.

They planned a course in stenography and typewriting for me after I should finish high school, and when I pleaded for college they were angry and disappointed.
They argued, too, that they couldn't possibly afford to send me there.
As soon as I saw that I was going to have trouble with them, I kept my own counsel, but I was more determined than ever to do as I pleased.

At the beginning of the vacation before my senior year in high school I went to the only daily paper in our town and asked for work.

The editor, who had known me since I was a baby, gave me a chance.