Judge — February 14, 1914 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Suffrage Snapshots By IDA HUSTED HARPER MISFORTUNES never come singly. Just as the Kaiser’s son is behav- ing his worst, the women of the German empire make a demand on the Reichstag for the suffrage. Perhaps his majesty can put a quietus on the son. In the Business High School of Wash- ington, D. C., the girls’ rifle team has defeated the boys’ by 385 to 365. Does _ that answer the military argument and qualify the girls for the suffrage? Or is it a fallacy that the bullet and ballot must go together? The suffragists made another unsuc- cessful attempt recently to corral Sec- retary Bryan. They will learn aftera while that his lofty ideas of democ- racy apply only to the masculine half of the people—the half that can respond on election day. Two women card sharps on a big ocean liner are said to have relieved a number of the male voyagers of all their ready cash, Another flagrant instance of woman’s usurping an occupation that rightfully belongs to man! The Chicago American allows the women to get out a ‘‘suffrage’’ edi- tion, and they clean up a neat little profit of $15,000 for the ‘‘cause.’’ The New York Hippodrome gives the suffra- gists a benefit performance, and their treasury can’t hold the profits. Seems as if we never hear of any anti-suffrage spe- cial editions or theater benefits. Would- n’t anybody buy or go? Paris is tired of the tango. Public opinion caused it to be danced too respect- ably. It may hold on awhile in the United States. We can stand a consider- able amount of respectability, but not too much when it becomes unfashionable. The pastors of the evangelical churches of southern Illinois recently decided that it was too late to discuss whether the women ought to have a vote or not, the only question now being what they will do with it. After the pastors have found out, what will be their next step? a ony _ GOVERNNENy > $' Curbside Comments By OREOLA W. HASKELL Native-born Women T° THOSE who soar in the charming realms of fancy, it is a blow to meet a stubborn fact occasionally. The oppo- nents of woman suffrage have from time to time lifted up their dulcet voices and protested against woman’s enfranchise- ment, on the ground that the polls would be swamped by the hordes of foreign-born females, who would rush to it brandish- Dy en Avery vs wore yous Fon DOMESTIC CROAKERS And _when the pie is opened ‘They all begin to croak! Now isn’t that a healthy dish To serve to thinking folk? ing an appalling illiteracy. The census is inconsiderate enough to show that there are in the United States nearly three times as many native-born women as all the foreign-born men and women put to- gether. As this will be a sad surprise to many, it doesn’t take much of a prophet to predict that this disagreeable chunk of truth will find permanent lodgment in only the suffragist brain. Soffragisms Parable of the Two Converts—And, be- hold, there was a woman whose head spaces were filled with receipts and stain removers and home-made contraptions, till Thought fled from her as the bashful one from the crowd. Yet it came to pass that, attending a great council of her si ters, an idea hit her mind amidships, and, dislodging much rubbish, stuck there. And it illumined her life and lifted her to walk amid the Forerunners of a Better Day. And there was another woman whose thought spaces were hollow spots, through which little winds of frivolity blew, and even they were lonesome. For she had been cursed with many shekels. And she scorned the tribe of suffragists. It hap- pened that adversity overtook herand she descended to the lot of the toiler, and she went on a still hunt for a job to sus- tain life. And many times she was sent away empty-handed, while amale of the tribe pocketed the position. Thus, after a while, much travai brought her to believe in the Big Thought, and she joined the Daughters of Freedom. Thus we see there are two kind of the recruits called con- verts, those who behold Justice in the abstract and those who must be punched in their private feelings. Domestic Bliss HE hoarse voice of the domestic croaker should never be permit- ted to teach the youth of the nation the high sweet notes of domestic bliss. Domestic bliss is a national ideal, and the American ideal is a particu- larly happy and wholesome one. The theme of the orchestral accom- paniment is individual freedom, trained efficiency, comfortable living, and, above all, mind and soul develop- ment. What, then, of those domestic croakers — self-styled guardians of the nation’s home ideals? “Women have not brains enough for self-government,’’ the favorite climax of their discords, strikes no single note in harmony with the infinite tune of democ- racy. No nation ever could nor ever can live that hugs to itself an ideal of ignorance, of prudish modesty, cf inefficiency for one-half its people. The home makers of the nation, who demand and are getting the use of every education democracy knows, understand with profound insight the real American ideals of home life. The tune of domestic bliss they sing is the sweet, unstrained, homely theme of an adequate democracy. —Lou Rogers. comicbooks.com