Judge — August 16, 1913 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Curbside Comments By OREOLA W. HASKELL The New Wooing N OLDEN days the gay young blade Wooed in this way his chosen maid: “Your eyes are azure pools of light, your cheeks are roses fair, Your lips are crimson beauties, and your locks beyond compare; Your hand is white, your foot petite, your neck and shoniders fine’’ (Itsounded like aclinic); but he endéd, “Pray be mine!’* But in these suffragisting days The lover must use other praise: “You have a level head, my dear; I view it oft with pride, And note the high-class brand of brains you've safely tucked inside. Your voice is fine, it reaches far in any lecture hall, And you’re just right for platforms, standing straight and slim and tall. You've read so many volumes, I love to hear you quote, And, of course, I quite agree with you the women ought to vote. 1 offer you my help for that and love that long endures’’ (And he signs himself quite humbly), “Dear Alice, I am yours!’’ Another Blow AlAs. the good old bugbear sex has received another blighting blow! There are four women on the Progres- - sive party municipal platform com- mittee of greater New York, and dur- ing the meetings held by the commit- tee all its members work together, “not as men and women, but as indi- - viduals interested in the platform from start to finish." This elevation of mind over matter will certainly encourage those strange people who believe that men and women not connected by family have many relations other than the century-old one of matrimonial catchor and catchee. For Ninctcea Fifteen HOPE shines in the eyes of workers in the Woman Suffrage Party, for they report that only one-third of the voters who attend their numerous meetings in halls and on the streets decline to enroll as believers in the suffrage cause. This looks promising for 1915, when the dom- inant male in this State will be given an opportunity to say whether his mate ought to be enfranchised or not. Thus is chivalry preparing to stab itself in the breast. For every one knows that, after women vote, they will need no politeness THE MODERN WOMAN or consideration from men, and these vir- tues will follow the inexorable law of nature and cease to be through disuse. Echoes WE ARE told that all the prominent people are on the anti side. Such nonentities as Mary Johnson, Israel Zang- STILL TEACHING HIM will, Jane Addams, Theodore Roosevelt and a few others will be quite overcome. The Rev. Charles Dole has expressed his opinion that ‘‘government is not for the sake of fighting, voting is not a tug of war between angry factions, but pol- itics is properly a friendly consideration of all manner of common interests.’"’ Is it not too bad to thus slam the door on that old friend of the antis, Brute Force? Whenever he goes out one portal, a freed womanhood usually enters by the other. “To know what you prefer,” said Stevenson, ‘‘instead of humbly saying amen to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.’’ Can it be that, not ccntent with stealing other things from men, the women of to-day are confiscating such truths as these for every-day use? Consistency « ‘A WOMAN'S place is home,’’ she said. “This voting will not do!’’ And then she went abroad, we read, And stayed a year or two. ‘*No woman wants to vote!’’ she cried; But, somewhat later on, She had a fit and almost died, Because the wrong man won. “My housework must come first,’ said she. “Why leave it for the polls?” Then she went out and stayed to tea, And left the kids, poor souls! “Hub represents me with his vote,”” Said she. ‘That should suffice. But what she said I will not quote— When ‘‘hubby’’ voted twice. —Lurana Sheldon. For the First Grade By ELINOR BYRNS DeEMocracy, children, is a long word; but it is easy to under- stand if you try. Men began to talk about it, write about it, even to fight about it, many years ago; yet they have never succeeded in producing any of it, although there is a perfectly good recipe in the Declaration of In- Along in 1848 some dependence. women said, “‘We're passing good cooks, and we've been looking sadly at your at- tempts atdemocracy. We have found out that the trouble is you have always left out the chief ingredient, and then wondered why your dough didn’t rise. You talk very intelligently about ‘gov- ernment forall the people, by all the people’ and ‘no just government without the con- sent of the governed.’ But, when you get to work, you forget about them. ‘All the people’ means women as well as men. The ‘consent’ of women is just as neces- sary as the consent of men. You can’t make a cake out of flour alone, Put in butter, sugar and spice, if you want it to be a success.” The women have been talking ever since, and some of the men have listened. If you want to know what kind of cake they have, go to California, Washington, Colorado or any of the six other equal- suffrage States, and find out for yourself. Don’t ask the antis. They have no use for cake, anyway. It gives them indi- gestion. Congressman Heflin calls a male suffra-~ gist a ‘‘suffrotescent.”” What! comicbooks.com