Judge — April 24, 1915 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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As a souvenir or gift book the daintiest bit of elegance of 1915 is MOUNT VERNON THE HOME OF WASHINGTON By J. E. JONES 125,000 Americans visited Mount Vernon last year, and they were all better Americans after they had made the pil- grimage to that tranquil spot on the Potomac where lived George and Martha Washington. Millions of other Americans cherish the hope that some day they may visit the wonderful old Mansion and Grounds that long ago was the home of the greatest patriot the world has ever known. If you have been to Mount Vernon then you will be interested to know that aNEW BOOK is just off the press that tells in a pleasing story the emotions, thoughts, and impressions that you felt and experienced—it is ‘ta story much the same as anyone might relate,” says the author in the preface—‘ ‘after their patriot- ism had been rekindled at the shrine of Mount Vernon.’’ If you have not yet made your pilgrimage,.then this little volume will give you a better knowledge and understanding of the home life of Washington and colonial times than all the histories, guides and cheap souvenirs ever produced. Bound and printed in colonial blue on colonial buff paper, profusely illustrated with handsome pen drawings and halftones made especially Sor this book. Send $1 for a copy of the first edition to be delivered to your address U. S. PRESS ASSOCIATION 524 BOND BUILDING WASHINGTON, D. C. THE MODERN WOMay Curbside Comments By OREOLA W. HASKELL Betsey Burrows, Suffragist—Wimmen and Hum é66PETSEY BURROWS,” says Mis’ Priam, solemn-like, whilst We was waiting fer the missionery meeting ter begin, ‘‘ain’t Yer cop. science a-troubling yer "bout preaching ballots fer wimmen, Sumpin that'll take "em out of their hums?" **They ain't waiting fur no ballot to take ’em out of their hums,” says I, ‘*Theorectical, of course, they're all there—glued continza) to the hearthside—all took up from morning till night with baking brewing and mothering—never going forth from the cozy confines of the tub and the table to wrastle with the world like the male—kind of female prisoners in a matrimonial jail. But practically it don’t work out jest this way. T’other day I riz up and went canvassing round Corncob Center to git little yaller slips signed declaring belief in wim men’s suffrige. ‘Twas a sunny afternoon, but nipping cold. Now, did I find all our dear sisters a-setting cozy by the fire, darning socks? No, Mis’ Priam, I did not. House after house where I rung the bel] or pounded on the portal was empty of the female presence. Woman had did her household stunts mostly on the jump and had fled Precipi. Lou ROGERS GIVING THE WOMEN WHAT HE PLEASES tate from her proper sphere. She was a-visiting her ma or a-taking in the movies or a-hunting up bargains in the stores or a-jawing 9% ciable at a meeting, some place where she'd stay till the shadders ‘od begin to descend and make her skip back lively to cook some evening vittals fer the fambly. “And whenever I go to lectures or church or any place where there's going to be some gab, I don’t see no dearth of females. They al manage to git there good and early, with their best bunnits on. And in the taowns the haunt of the fireless cooker, the vacuum cleaner and the dustless duster, it’s some considerable worse. They's sud mobs of wimmen allus in evidence, sometimes I wonder whether they have got sech things as hums at all. “But this is jest the domestic woman. Nine million wimma in our country’s out on the bread-and-butter line with the men, jet as all-fired interested in a pay envelope. And every day some ma dies and leaves a widder, and whilst she’d like to think only of be busted heart, she has to think of her stummick and those of be hungry kids. And every day some gal is shoved out to hustle fr her rolls and lingerie. So my conscience don’t trouble me none. “Going to the polls once a year won't tear wimmen from the hoat precincts so long you'd be apt to notice it. And as fer them m ning fur office, it'll be a long, long time afore man lets his dear wit beat him toa political job. Leastways it seems so out West. Nop Mis’ Priam; woman has already unlocked the front door and rusted Is mo Julia | making childre Wester “4 belief ¢ to exer Oh, no; of glas for the Th the Leg vote fo to leave ballots.