Life — April 25, 1907 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Suffragists and Antis HE woman-suf- fragists are funny people. So are the anti- suffragists. One of the fun- of the suffra- ady Cook, once, as Tennessee Claflin, a citizen of the United States, but for many years a resident of London. Not long ago, when Lady Cook was starting for Wash- ington to see the President about the suffrage for women, the newspapers quoted her as saying that she would ask Mr. Roosevelt to do for the American women what Lincoln did for the negroes in 1863. ‘We want woman- suffrage,” she said, as reported. “Pres dent Roosevelt can give it to us with stroke of the pen.” Perhaps she was quoted, but, if not, is it not a hilarious thought that a woman who has been a suffrage-seeker for forty years should have penetrated so short a distance into our political mechanism as to suppose that the President can give any woman the right to vote! ND some of the “antis” are funny, too. When there was a bill under consideration at Albany recently (a _bo0d Vill, apparently) to let tax- s of the third class, one of tl ” argued against it before a legi: lative committee that in New York City alone woman-suffrage would put the ballot into the hands of 60,000 disreputa- ble women. Poor souls; they are the last women to be feared as voters, and, of course, it is not a safe argument against letting women vote that too many of them are disreputable. Asa rule, and with exceptions on both sides, when we sce the arguments of the “antis” against suffrage we want women to vote, and when we hear the suffragists it back and want to leave things If most of the women who don’t want the suffrage, wanted it; and most of the women who want it, opposed it, we should have it next year. Harriman is not without honor, save in his own country. Jupiter Pluvius UPITER PLUVIUS MORGAN, erro- neously called John Pierpont, was born under the Sign of Aquarius; he has money, but it is too moist to burn; he always has had money, and when he hears a dollar jingling in another man’s pocket, he does not get palpitation of the heart and reach for a jimmy. He is a banker who runs an aquarium on the side for the storage of stocks and suckers. He is the Dr. Sangrado of American finance; by judicious bleeding and copious water- ing he can make bonanzas of bankrupts, make the lien fat, and put life into the deadest proposition ever sandbagged in Wall Street. Submergence is his solution of the survival of the fishes that come into his net. Harriman may drive the butcher wagon in Wall Street, Rogers the bier wagon, but John P. sits on the seat of the water wagon. He is not descended from Henry Mor- gan, of Panama; the mantle of that finan- cier has fallen on the Kidd glove dealers in oil, copper and Union Pacific; he is a floater; they are wreckers. He can float anything except ships; iron, steel, an- thracite and lead are as buoyant as cork when he markets them. He looks at the Panama Canal asa wicked extravagance. Could he have got the Panama Railroad and Morganized, commoned, preferred, bonded and soaked it digging would have been superfluous and the argosies of earth be now floating on it. John P. has a nice taste in junk and other amiable weaknesses. He collects laces, altar-cloths, old masters, derelict industries, first editions of railroads and books, bric-a-bracand publishing houses; he abhors Standard Oil paintings, and raises collies for Wall Street shepherds. He builds cathedrals, syndicates the pot- ter’s field, passes the hat .in churches, Poe Roger, keeps mum, avoids ‘sanything, capitalizes every old thing and takes stock in George Washington Perkins. comicbooks.com