Judge — September 20, 1913 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Curbside Comments By OREOLA W. HASKELL With basies and with banners, the suffrage cohorts go, ‘And I. a watcher on the curb, look out for weal of woe, ‘Aed note what word the caping world in passing may Bestow. Home, Sweet Home E ARE told that there are at least three hundred thousand families in tenement houses in New York City that take work from various factories to do at home, and that they perform it, especially in the unlicensed places, under not only unsanitary but even filthy condi- tions. Ninety per cent. of the workers are women and children, and from their crowded quarters where disease is a fa- miliar guest, we get candy and nuts to eat, toys for our children to play with and clothing for our families to wear. Nevertheless, how much better it is for the community for our sweet ‘‘home bodies to devote their leisure to making doilies.rath- er than to arise and fight for the protection of their own and of other people’s hearths, especially since the increase of homework is due to the fact that manufacturers can thus dodge the laws that require factories to be sanitary and wages to be fair. Of course, it would never do for our wives and mothers to be so public as to war on the trademan’s vaunted sphere. Farmerines NE of our leading magazines boldly makes the statement that while every Bulgarian of pos- sible fighting age went to war last year and women had to run the farms, there was a crop increase of six per cent. Of course, this cannot be. Everybody knows that when men go to war women sit and weep. That's the part the poets have assigned them from time immemorial, and that’s why, when we celebrate wars, we never mention the women. One can’t raise monuments to tears, And, again, women can never beat men at anything and so how could they get better results from the soil than their agricultural superiors. If they did coax up more cabbages it must have been that old Mother Nature turned feminist to keep up with the times and was propitious for the sake of her daugh- ters, Marriage STRONG committee of prominent citizens has been formed, to back up the insurgent women teachers who annoy the wise and worthy members of the board of education of New York City with persistent endeavors to remain in the pedagogic field after they have real- ized the highest bliss of the haman—have been married and presented specimens of “WHEN I GROW UP I'M GOING TO BE A SUPPRAGETTE 1 CAN PLAY WITH BOYS AND CLIMB TREES” posterity to the State. These women stoutly assert that, after having children of their own, they understand all other children better and so make more sym- pathetic and more wise instructors. One can only marvel at such obtuseness, after all that has been spoken and written showing that matrimony and motherhood are so high and holy as to unfit women for all the other tasks of life—especially the remunerative ones. Echoes There is a working girl who is known to have interrupted an anti, when the latter was promising that the purse of the rich would ever be at the service of the poor, by crying out passionately, **We want justice, not charity!’’ It is of such deplorable material as this that suffra- gists are made. ' Extracts from “ The Antiquary” A weekly journal edited and published by real ladies and op- poted to female enfranchisement Editorial: Dear Readers, we are sure it made all your hearts ache, as it did ours, to read about the poor Brooklyn husband who came home unusually early for dinner and found his wife absent speaking at a street suffrage meeting. He was quite justified in making the public fuss he did. If his spouse had only been weeping at a matinee, slinging cards at a bridge party, swopping scandal at an afternoon tea or chew- ing gum ata moving picture show he would not have felt so bad, poor dear soul! Why, even we who adore the men venture to be late for the evening repast occasionally but we are always doing one of the above meritorious acts and arenever shout- ing about so dull a thing as govern- ment. We can just fancy the feel- ings that agitated his manly bosom when he realized that his combina- tion cook-waitress-washer-cleaner- wife-mother-nurse wasn't there to greet him with a worshipful smile an hour before he was expected. It makes no difference how many times he himself is wont to be late to dinner while the chops shrivel and the pudding petrifies, she, his subordinate, only created to add to so his comfort, should have been on the job. How many other abused and browbeaten husbands are there in this land of many suffragists? Alas, it is a sad thought. Let us try and solace their sinking hearts. Let us form a Neglected Husbands Corps and gather them in. Let us darn their socks and soothe their souls. But be carefal whom you approach for member- ship. We accosted one husband while his suffrage wife was on a platform speaking. ‘*We sympathize with you,’’ we said softly. He turned a radiant face pridefully to us. ‘Then you, think she’s the best speaker too,”” he said and grasped our hand in cordial joy. We fear some of them are quité crazed by their troubles, comicbooks.com