Judge — January 10, 1914 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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Curbside ‘With dagtes and with banners, the suffrage coborts £0, And 1, a watcher on the curb, look out fot weal of wor, And pote what word the gaping world in pasting may bestow, Satisfied HE INFLUENCE called indirect In politics for wom fine; I ought to know, for husbands twain Have yielded to this power of mine. With number one, dear John who's gone, I took the upper hand and bossed. He flinched beneath my flashing orbs And quailed at tones oft tempest-tossed, He voted as I ordered him! But Jim is quite another style. I have to wheedle him—exert My arts to blushingly beguile. But when I weep and beg, he yields, If I can get his mood just right. Why clamor for a paltry vote, When one can fascinate or fight? 1 lose in dignity and charm? Have no respect for men, you say? Bossers or beggars we must be Who indirectly gain our way. Widows ISCONSIN is the nine- teenth State to pass a mothers’ pension bill. Seven out of the ten wom- an-suffrage States are on the roll of honor, while less than a third of the other States have recognized their duty to the widow with dependent children, although it is just possible that the feminine house- hold veteran renders as much service to the State as the soldier. Is it not strange that, while the ballot so satisfies a female voter's heart that she has no emotion left for husband, home and offspring, where she resides motherhood should receive much practical considera- tion? New Testimony HE TESTIMONY of the wives of con- gressmen coming from equal-suffrage States, given at a conference of the Women Workers, held in Washington, is brazenly in favor of woman plus the bal- lot. Not only did they give a long list of beneficial legislation adopted since women began to vote, but they even went so far as to stoutly maintain that voting brings wives and husbands cldser together, be- By OREOLA W. HASKELL cause of a new mutual interest, that it makes better mothers and produces excel- lent municipal housekeepers. Of course the poor creatures must not be taken too seriously, because they only live in the places they talk about, while all over the country there are lots of worthy souls that from the vantage ground of distance know that these things cannot be. A Damaging Admission ANY women who went to sessions of the suffrage convention held at Binghamton were converted to the cause by listening to the address of Mrs. Sew- THE PROOF OF THE PUDDING 18 IN THR EATING ard Simmons, of California. Mrs. Sim- mons seems to think that having taken part as an active voter in the politics of California gives her the right to speak with authority of conditions existing there. She repeated an oft-told tale of men and women drawn closer together by mutual interest in the State, of better laws regarding health, morals, child wel- fare and civil rights; but admitted that there were women who failed to exercise their voting privilege, namely, the idle rich and the ones who followed immoral- ity asa living. The altruistic antis will undoubtedly newly resent the granting of a privilege that fails to appeal to two such valuable groups of femininity. Comments Mrs. Hayseed A CONTEMPORARY magazine prints an article showing that the farm woman is quite prepared by education and experience to wield the ballot. Much. of our farm land is owned by women, and as real estate as contrasted with personal _ property is heavily taxed, the farmeress is at present as much interested in tax- paying propositions as in pumpkin pie, She’s well informed on school matters, al- ways stands for public improvements, and in her church work and in the holding of many semi-official positions has learned executive duties, She is honest and shrewd, not afraid of work, and knows well the voters and office-holders in her village, and thus seems eminently fitted to express a sane opinion on public mat- ters. This description will be a shock to those poetic souls who think of the coun- try dame as one dividing her time be- tween the cooking of delectable dainties and a soulful gazing at sunsets. The Weaker Sex IF THERE is any deluded individual who has forgotten the fragility of woman, he has only to peruse the daily press to realize afresh how ethereal nature has made the pocketless sex. We read of a Sussex County girl who collared a red fox in a stone wall and carried him home in triumph; of the thirteen-year-old daugh- ter of Major-General Wood, who recently took a forty-five-mile ride on horseback and who is accustomed to take a thirty- mile ride every Saturday and Sunday; of Miss Mabel Berkley, a Cornell student, who spent her summer vacation taking @ three-hundred- mile walk through New York, Pennsylvania and New Jersey; and of two youthful feminine swimmers who were awarded Carnegie medals and cash prizes for rescuing children and able- bodied men from watery graves on sev- eral occasions. May such physical help- lessness among women never be put 00 the blink! Pussy Cat I AM alittle fireside soul; I let the world unheeded roll. If I am warm and fed with care, Why should I mind how others fare? comicbooks.com