Judge — March 13, 1915 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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THE MODERN WOMAN A Spade’s a Spade by ETHEL R. PEYSER What “The Day" Means to a Suffragist HE DAY on which she need not talk suffrage. The day on which she won't have to write letters to newspape! ‘The day on which she will not hear once, “*Woman’s place is the home."* The day on which the spire of democracy will rise out of the mire of politics. The day on which she needn't lose her vote when she leaves Illinois for New York. The day on which she can say she does not want children, should she feel that way. The day on which male and female will not be applied to sexless things and sexless jobs. The day on which every mother’s son will think his own mother as worthy to vote as himself. The day on which she will not be called mannish when she ‘‘ puts over”’ a bit of diffi- cult legal, medical or financial work. The day on which anti-suffragists will say, ‘‘We knew it would come. We've al- ways been for woman suffrage’’—and when an anti can't be found in the place. A Suffragette’s Longings WISH I could cali suffragettes Wild women, crazed with rabies. I wish that I could say, with gle “They do not long for babi I wish that I could say that they Take suffrage as a fad, For if I could, I know that I'd Make all the men folks glad! I wish that I could think, with truth, That voting takes all day, That voters never live at home, That ballots make life gray. I wish that office boys at polls Did not excite my ire. I wish I had the antis’ calm, And not my maudlin fire! I wish that I could say, with pride, ‘*Lam not fit to vote."’ I wish that I could say, with joy, **On pots and pans I dote."* I wish that I was humble still And thought my ashman clever; I know, if I was all of this, I'd be men’s pride forever. How often have I lost a beau Because I love debate! I wish that I could lose my brain Before it is too late. I wish that I could cultivate Some manners mild and staid. I wish, I wish—it’s much less work— To be just all ‘homemade’! Curbside Comments By OREOLA W. HASKELL Betsey Burrows, Suffragist The Trusting Tillies HIS p. m. I met Tillie Brene to the vil- lage, ’n’ she was looking some angry. “What's disarranged your temper?’’ I asked. “*T got a matrimonial mad on,"’ says she, “like all wimmen gits occasional. Here fur three years we ben saving up the butter ‘n’ egg money fur a parlor suit, 'n’ Jim Brene, "thout ever telling me, goes down to Mott- ley’s 'n’ buys that purple velvet set Mottley ain't never been able to work off on nobody. "N’ everything in my parlor’s brown 'n’ yeller, ’n’ that set looks jest like a swear word slapped inter a psalm. I was sorry fur Tillie, but happened to think that some people has to have personal whacks to make them think. So I says, **You don’t seem to be so willing to abide by masculine jedgment to-day as t’other day when we was discussing votes fur wimmen. You said then as men could decide every- thing fur the hull community forever fur all of you. Well, the only reason you ain't satisfied is ‘cause you know sumpin "bout parlor suits. Mebbe if you'd studied social conditions and perlitical things as much as chairs, you'd see lots of purple things there setting in the midst of brown ’n’ yeller ones. ‘'N’ so I b'lieve the trusting Tillies of this here world are jest them females that ain't looked into things 'n’ don’t know overmuch, ‘'N’ when trust is founded on ignorance, it ain't so sweet 'n’ taking that any one need be all-fired proud of having it."” But Tillie Brene tossed her head 'n’ went home—still mad. Lou ROGERS NUT SHE DOESN'T TRY TO CRACK! Suffrage Snapshots By IDA HUSTED HARPER A BILL is before Congress to annex the North Pole as United States territory, But it comes in with a Votes for Women flag on the end of i The New York City board of education dismissed a woman fireman from one of the public schools, on the ground that it was not suitable work for a woman. It's all right for her to get up at home winter mornings and make the fire, but whenever there is a salary attached, the work becomes unwomanly. Strange that women cannot see these things without having to be shown so often. There ought to be little sign. boards set up along their path, saying, “*Salaries are only for voters."’ o The antis say that when legislators favor woman suffrage because they think the women will vote for them, they forget the women who don’t want it and will vote against them to get even. True, and they don’t take into account what a tremendous power these women are already with their “indirect influence.’’ c The illogical minds of women cannot comprehend why it is, when a congress- man’s constituents indicate that they don’t want him to represent them in the govern- ment any longer, that same government im- mediately puts him on the pay roll in an- other place. a The sphygmograph is the invention of a woman doctor, and the person who wears it cannot tell a lie, even to his wife. Some- thing of this sort was bound to happen when women were permitted to enter the medical profession. At the legislative hearing in Massachusetts the other day, one of the opponents said she did not believe women ought to vote, but thought one-half the Legis- lature should be composed of women. Just as her sister antis always have done, she keeps one eye on the offices, a Speaker Clark is no ‘‘neutral"” when it comes to woman suf- frage. During the House debate the other day the officers of the Suffrage Association were in- vited to occupy his bench in the gallery and have luncheon in his rooms at the Capitol. Give him the Iron Cross,