Judge — December 19, 1914 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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sew for the Belgian sufferers Wednes- day at two? Dilettante—No; 1 promised to go toa course of lectures on Bahaism every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday at three. Ardent doer (growing very fatigued) —Well, how about Thursday at nine a.m.? We are helping clothe some hard- working New York washwomen. Dilettante—Oh, I never could meet you so early! Ardent doer—Well, when I get rested and you get time, we will assist Human- ity by adding some more days and hours to the calendar, which you in your enthu- siasm can devote to HUMANITY, as you express it. Good-by until then. A Spade’s a By ETHEL R. PE A Portrait of a Mas SHE'S treated by him like a queen, She’s helped across the streets, She's given every courtesy That every woman greets; And yet he thinks the vote for her Would signal grave defeats. She trained and reared his able sons, She helped him make his cash, She advised him in his business, She made him act less rash; And yet he thinks the vote for her Would be ‘‘just so much trash."’ She answers all his business notes In a manner quite ‘‘parfait,"’ She does all his stenography And seems to have great sway; And yet he thinks the vote for her Would bring ‘‘naught but dismay.”’ Suffrage Ry IDA HUSTED H. ANSAS banks broke their record for deposits in the three months from June to September, so woman suffrage has not bankrupted the State. Anti pub- lications please copy. Snapshots She knows the whys of stocks and bonds, She knows statistics dull, She keeps him up on markets And knows the price to cull; And yet he says the vote for her “*Would be an awful mull.’” “Yeast,’’ a new suffrage play, is just being tried out. It is sure to cause a rise e": et 7 issions, ; She’s placed on rate commis: among the antis. She takes part in great debates, She is asked for her opinion, She knows causes, bills and dates; And yet he thinks the vote for her Would cause the fall of States. Mr. Croker’s Indian bride says she can- not be a “‘squaw”’ until she is a mother, Oh, yes; first a squall, then a squaw. She’s the brains of large con- ventions, She knows well the social trend, She has written books of civics, She has made great forces blend; And yet the vote for such as she He cannot comprehend! How She Called Her Bluff Dilettante—Oh, your work is so interesting! I should love to be doing something that would help HUMANITY, too! ~ Ardent doer (enthusiastically) —Well, then, meet me at the charities organization Monday at eleven o'clock. Dilettante--1 can't, as I must go shopping Monday. Ardent doer—Well, then, go with me to the class in public Speaking at the suffrage head- quarters Tuesday at three. Dilettante—Oh, I’m sorry I have a class in curtain design at that time. Ardent doer—-Well, can you THE MODERN WOMAN ROGERS “YOU WOMEN ARE TOO EMOTIONAL TO VOTE,” BUT—OH, YOU MEN FOLKS | Curbside Comments By OREOLA W. HASKELL Woman and Danger HE PAPERS tell us of a French woman who is using her aeroplane to do scout duty. We also hear of a young woman who went through the boiling waters of Hell Gate on an aquaplane, a new form of sport that is calculated to make the timid cling closer to the hearth; and now, to top all, Mrs, Jens Jensen, the plain, ordinary wife of the skipper of the schooner Nakomis, acted like such a hero- ine when the vessel was wrecked as to fill the rude breasts of the men with her with great respect and admiration. Mrs. Jen- sen had with her two tiny children to be alarmed about, too; but she seems to have let mother love make her heroic instead of hysterical. Abandoning the time-hon- ored way of acting when confronted by danger—that is, either to swoon grace- fully into a pair of male arms or to shriek loudly into a pair of male ears—the new type of woman aspires grimly to physical courage, seeing, in spite of the omni- present protection of men, that there are times when it comes in most mighty handy. A Harrowing Honor ERMAN artillerymen have named their siege guns, which work such havoc with fortifications, ‘‘Busy Berthas,’’ in honor of Bertha Krupp, now the real head of the Krupp gun works. Is this a heroic effort on the part of men to show that the female is more deadly than the male? The Anti’s Idol O84, little god of Man-on-earth, Thou art my idol now; I place thee in my mind’s deep shrine, And down to thee I bow. But though I give thee flattery And serve thee with my hands And lay my beauty at thy feet, Heed thou my loud demands. For thou must bring me gifts of life, Home, gold and fame and power; And luxury and pleasure, too, About my path must flower. And thou must make the world for me A pleasant, easeful place, And solve unaided by my brain The problems of the race. For, like the gods of old, thou must Thy worshiper placate, )) { Lest, dashed down from thy shrine, thou'lt find My homage turned to hate. comicbooks.com