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<h1>ARE WOMEN PEOPLE?</h1>
<p style="text-align: center;">A BOOK OF RHYMES FOR SUFFRAGE
TIMES</p>
<h2>By ALICE DUER MILLER</h2>
<p style="text-align: center;">TO V.B.W. SLAVE-DRIVER AND
FRIEND</p>
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<h2>Introduction</h2><br/>
<p>Father, what is a Legislature?</p>
<p>A representative body elected by the people of the state.</p>
<p>Are women people?</p>
<p>No, my son, criminals, lunatics and women are not people.</p>
<p>Do legislators legislate for nothing?</p>
<p>Oh, no; they are paid a salary.</p>
<p>By whom?</p>
<p>By the people.</p>
<p>Are women people?</p>
<p>Of course, my son, just as much as men are.</p>
<p><i>To the New York Tribune, in whose generous columns many of
these verses first appeared, the author here wishes to express
her gratitude</i>.</p>
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<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
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<SPAN href="#Introduction"><b>Introduction</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CONTENTS"><b>CONTENTS</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#TREACHEROUS_TEXTS"><b>TREACHEROUS TEXTS</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CAMPAIGN_MATERIAL"><b>CAMPAIGN MATERIAL</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#WOMEN'S_SPHERE"><b>WOMEN'S SPHERE</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#A_MASQUE_OF_TEACHERS"><b>A MASQUE OF
TEACHERS</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#The_Unconscious_Suffragists"><b>THE UNCONSCIOUS
SUFFRAGISTS</b></SPAN><br/>
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<h2>TREACHEROUS TEXTS</h2>
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<h2>ARE WOMEN PEOPLE?</h2><br/>
<center>
A Consistent Anti to Her Son
</center>
<center>
("Look at the hazards, the risks, the physical dangers that
ladies would be exposed to at the
polls."—<i>Anti-suffrage speech</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>You're twenty-one to-day, Willie,</p>
<p class="i2">And a danger lurks at the door,</p>
<p>I've known about it always,</p>
<p class="i2">But I never spoke before;</p>
<p>When you were only a baby</p>
<p class="i2">It seemed so very remote,</p>
<p>But you're twenty-one to-day, Willie,</p>
<p class="i2">And old enough to vote.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>You must not go to the polls, Willie,</p>
<p class="i2">Never go to the polls,</p>
<p>They're dark and dreadful places</p>
<p class="i2">Where many lose their souls;</p>
<p>They smirch, degrade and coarsen,</p>
<p class="i2">Terrible things they do</p>
<p>To quiet, elderly women—</p>
<p class="i2">What would they do to you!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>If you've a boyish fancy</p>
<p class="i2">For any measure or man,</p>
<p>Tell me, and I'll tell Father,</p>
<p class="i2">He'll vote for it, if he can.</p>
<p>He casts my vote, and Louisa's,</p>
<p class="i2">And Sarah, and dear Aunt Clo;</p>
<p>Wouldn't you let him vote for you?</p>
<p class="i2">Father, who loves you so?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I've guarded you always, Willie,</p>
<p class="i2">Body and soul from harm;</p>
<p>I'll guard your faith and honor,</p>
<p class="i2">Your innocence and charm</p>
<p>From the polls and their evil spirits,</p>
<p class="i2">Politics, rum and pelf;</p>
<p>Do you think I'd send my only son</p>
<p class="i2">Where I would not go myself?</p>
</div>
</div>
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<h2>Our Idea of Nothing at All</h2><br/>
<center>
("I am opposed to woman suffrage, but I am not opposed to
woman."—<i>Anti-suffrage speech of Mr. Webb of North
Carolina</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>O women, have you heard the news</p>
<p class="i2">Of charity and grace?</p>
<p>Look, look, how joy and gratitude</p>
<p class="i2">Are beaming in my face!</p>
<p>For Mr. Webb is not opposed</p>
<p class="i2">To woman in her place!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>O Mr. Webb, how kind you are</p>
<p class="i2">To let us live at all,</p>
<p>To let us light the kitchen range</p>
<p class="i2">And tidy up the hall;</p>
<p>To tolerate the female sex</p>
<p class="i2">In spite of Adam's fall.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>O girls, suppose that Mr. Webb</p>
<p class="i2">Should alter his decree!</p>
<p>Suppose he were opposed to us—</p>
<p class="i2">Opposed to you and me.</p>
<p>What would be left for us to do—</p>
<p class="i2">Except to cease to be?</p>
</div>
</div>
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<h2>Lines to Mr. Bowdle of Ohio</h2><br/>
<center>
("The women of this smart capital are beautiful. Their beauty
is disturbing to business; their feet are beautiful, their
ankles are beautiful, but here I must pause."—<i>Mr.
Bowdle's anti-suffrage speech in Congress, January 12,
1915</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>You, who despise the so-called fairer sex,</p>
<p class="i2">Be brave. There really isn't any reason</p>
<p>You should not, if you wish, oppose and vex</p>
<p class="i2">And scold us in, and even out of season;</p>
<p>But don't regard it as your bounden duty</p>
<p>To open with a tribute to our beauty.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Say if you like that women have no sense,</p>
<p class="i2">No self-control, no power of concentration;</p>
<p>Say that hysterics is our one defence</p>
<p class="i2">Our virtue but an absence of temptation;</p>
<p>These I can bear, but, oh, I own it rankles</p>
<p>To hear you maundering on about our ankles.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Tell those old stories, which have now and then</p>
<p class="i2">Been from the Record thoughtfully deleted,</p>
<p>Repeat that favorite one about the hen,</p>
<p class="i2">Repeat the ones that cannot be repeated;</p>
<p>But in the midst of such enjoyments, smother</p>
<p>The impulse to extol your "sainted mother."</p>
</div>
</div>
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<h2>On Not Believing All You Hear</h2><br/>
<center>
("Women are angels, they are jewels, they are queens and
princesses of our hearts."—<i>Anti-suffrage speech of Mr.
Carter of Oklahoma</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Angel, or jewel, or princess, or queen,</p>
<p>Tell me immediately, where have you been?"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"I've been to ask all my slaves so devoted</p>
<p>Why they against my enfranchisement voted."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Angel and princess, that action was wrong.</p>
<p>Back to the kitchen, where angels belong."</p>
</div>
</div>
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<h2>The Revolt of Mother</h2><br/>
<center>
("Every true woman feels----"—<i>Speech of almost any
Congressman</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>I am old-fashioned, and I think it right</p>
<p class="i2">That man should know, by Nature's laws
eternal,</p>
<p>The proper way to rule, to earn, to fight,</p>
<p class="i2">And exercise those functions called
paternal;</p>
<p>But even I a little bit rebel</p>
<p>At finding that he knows my job as well.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>At least he's always ready to expound it,</p>
<p class="i2">Especially in legislative hall,</p>
<p>The joys, the cares, the halos that surround it,</p>
<p class="i2">"How women feel"—he knows that best of
all.</p>
<p>In fact his thesis is that no one can</p>
<p>Know what is womanly except a man.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I am old-fashioned, and I am content</p>
<p class="i2">When he explains the world of art and
science</p>
<p>And government—to him divinely sent—</p>
<p class="i2">I drink it in with ladylike compliance.</p>
<p>But cannot listen—no, I'm only human—</p>
<p>While he instructs me how to be a woman.</p>
</div>
</div>
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<h2>The Gallant Sex</h2><br/>
<center>
(A woman engineer has been dismissed by the Board of Education,
under their new rule that women shall not attend high pressure
boilers, although her work has been satisfactory and she holds
a license to attend such boilers from the Police Department.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Lady, dangers lurk in boilers,</p>
<p class="i2">Risks I could not let you face.</p>
<p>Men were meant to be the toilers,</p>
<p class="i2">Home, you know, is woman's place.</p>
<p>Have no home? Well, is that so?</p>
<p>Still, it's not my fault, you know.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Charming lady, work no more;</p>
<p class="i2">Fair you are and sweet as honey;</p>
<p>Work might make your fingers sore,</p>
<p class="i2">And, besides, I need the money.</p>
<p>Prithee rest,—or starve or rob—</p>
<p>Only let me have your job!</p>
</div>
</div>
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<h2>Representation</h2><br/>
<center>
("My wife is against suffrage, and that settles
me."—<i>Vice-President Marshall</i>.)
</center><br/>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>I</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>My wife dislikes the income tax,</p>
<p class="i2">And so I cannot pay it;</p>
<p>She thinks that golf all interest lacks,</p>
<p class="i2">So now I never play it;</p>
<p>She is opposed to tolls repeal</p>
<p class="i2">(Though why I cannot say),</p>
<p>But woman's duty is to feel,</p>
<p class="i2">And man's is to obey.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>II</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I'm in a hard position for a perfect gentleman,</p>
<p>I want to please the ladies, but I don't see how I
can,</p>
<p>My present wife's a suffragist, and counts on my
support,</p>
<p>But my mother is an anti, of a rather biting sort;</p>
<p>One grandmother is on the fence, the other much
opposed,</p>
<p>And my sister lives in Oregon, and thinks the question's
closed;</p>
<p>Each one is counting on my vote to represent her view.</p>
<p>Now what should you think proper for a gentleman to
do?</p>
</div>
</div>
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<SPAN name="Sonnet"></SPAN>
<h2>Sonnet</h2><br/>
<center>
("Three bills known as the Thompson-Bewley cannery bills have
been advanced to third reading in the Senate and Assembly at
Albany. One permits the canners to work their employés
seven days a week, a second allows them to work women after 9
p.m. and a third removes every restriction upon the hours of
labor of women and minors."—<i>Zenas L. Potter, former
chief cannery investigator for New York State Factory
Investigating Commission</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Let us not to an unrestricted day</p>
<p>Impediments admit. Work is not work</p>
<p>To our employés, but a merry play;</p>
<p>They do not ask the law's excuse to shirk.</p>
<p>Ah, no, the canning season is at hand,</p>
<p>When summer scents are on the air distilled,</p>
<p>When golden fruits are ripening in the land,</p>
<p>And silvery tins are gaping to be filled.</p>
<p>Now to the cannery with jocund mien</p>
<p>Before the dawn come women, girls and boys,</p>
<p>Whose weekly hours (a hundred and nineteen)</p>
<p>Seem all too short for their industrious joys.</p>
<p class="i2">If this be error and be proved, alas</p>
<p class="i2">The Thompson-Bewley bills may fail to pass!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="To_President_Wilson"></SPAN>
<h2>To President Wilson</h2><br/>
<center>
("I hold it as a fundamental principle and so do you, that
every people has the right to determine its own form of
government. And until recently 50 per cent, of the people of
Mexico have not had a look-in in determining who should be
their governors, or what their government should
be."—<i>Speech of President Wilson</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Wise and just man—for such I think you
are—</p>
<p>How can you see so burningly and clear</p>
<p>Injustices and tyrannies afar,</p>
<p>Yet blind your eyes to one that lies so near?</p>
<p>How can you plead so earnestly for men</p>
<p>Who fight their own fight with a bloody hand;</p>
<p>How hold their cause so wildly dear, and then</p>
<p>Forget the women of your native land?</p>
<p>With your stern ardor and your scholar's word</p>
<p>You speak to us of human liberty;</p>
<p>Can you believe that women are not stirred</p>
<p>By this same human longing to be free?</p>
<p class="i2">He who for liberty would strike a blow</p>
<p class="i2">Need not take arms, or fly to Mexico.</p>
</div>
</div>
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<SPAN name="Home_and_Where_It_Is"></SPAN>
<h2>Home and Where It Is</h2><br/>
<center>
(An Indiana judge has recently ruled: As to the right of the
husband to decide the location of the home that "home is where
the husband is.")
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Home is where the husband is,</p>
<p>Be it near or be it far,</p>
<p>Office, theatre, Pullman car,</p>
<p>Poolroom, polls, or corner bar—</p>
<p>All good wives remember this—</p>
<p>Home is where the husband is.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Woman's place is home, I wis.</p>
<p>Leave your family bacon frying,</p>
<p>Leave your wash and dishes drying,</p>
<p>Leave your little children crying;</p>
<p>Join your husband, near or far,</p>
<p>At the club or corner bar,</p>
<p>For the court has taught us this:</p>
<p>"Home is where the husband is."</p>
</div>
</div>
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<SPAN name="The_Maiden's_Vow"></SPAN>
<h2>The Maiden's Vow</h2><br/>
<center>
(A speaker at the National Education Association advised girls
not to study algebra. Many girls, he said, had lost their souls
through this study. The idea has been taken up with
enthusiasm.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>I will avoid equations,</p>
<p class="i2">And shun the naughty surd,</p>
<p>I must beware the perfect square,</p>
<p class="i2">Through it young girls have erred:</p>
<p>And when men mention Rule of Three</p>
<p class="i2">Pretend I have not heard.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Through Sturm's delightful theorems</p>
<p class="i2">Illicit joys assure,</p>
<p>Though permutations and combinations</p>
<p class="i2">My woman's heart allure,</p>
<p>I'll never study algebra,</p>
<p class="i2">But keep my spirit pure.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Such_Nonsense"></SPAN>
<h2>Such Nonsense</h2><br/>
<center>
("Where on earth did the idea come from that the ballot is a
boon, a privilege and an honor? From men."—<i>Mrs.
Prestonia Mann Martin</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Who is it thinks the vote some use?</p>
<p>Man. (Man is often such a goose!)</p>
<p>Indeed it makes me laugh to see</p>
<p>How men have struggled to be free.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Poor Washington, who meant so well,</p>
<p>And Nathan Hale and William Tell,</p>
<p>Hampden and Bolivar and Pym,</p>
<p>And L'Ouverture—remember him?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And Garibaldi and Kossuth,</p>
<p>And some who threw away their youth,</p>
<p>All bitten by the stupid notion</p>
<p>That liberty was worth emotion.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>They could not get it through their heads</p>
<p>That if they stayed tucked up in beds,</p>
<p>Avoiding politics and strife,</p>
<p>They'd lead a pleasant, peaceful life.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Let us, dear sisters, never make</p>
<p>Such a ridiculous mistake;</p>
<p>But teach our children o'er and o'er</p>
<p>That liberty is just a chore.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="A_Suggested_Campaign_Song"></SPAN>
<h2>A Suggested Campaign Song</h2><br/>
<center>
("No brass bands. No speeches. Instead a still, silent,
effective influence."—<i>Anti-suffrage speech</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>We are waging—can you doubt it?</p>
<p class="i2">A campaign so calm and still</p>
<p>No one knows a thing about it,</p>
<p class="i2">And we hope they never will.</p>
<p class="i4">No one knows</p>
<p class="i4">What we oppose,</p>
<p class="i2">And we hope they never will.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>We are ladylike and quiet,</p>
<p class="i2">Here a whisper—there a hint;</p>
<p>Never speeches, bands or riot,</p>
<p class="i2">Nothing suitable for print.</p>
<p class="i4">No one knows</p>
<p class="i4">What we oppose,</p>
<p class="i2">For we never speak for print.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Sometimes in profound seclusion,</p>
<p class="i2">In some far (but homelike) spot,</p>
<p>We will make a dark allusion:</p>
<p class="i2">"We're opposed to you-know-what."</p>
<p class="i4">No one knows</p>
<p class="i4">What we oppose,</p>
<p class="i2">For we call it "You-Know-What."</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_Woman_of_Charm"></SPAN>
<h2>The Woman of Charm</h2><br/>
<center>
("I hate a woman who is not a mystery to herself, as well as to
me."—<i>The Phoenix</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>If you want a receipt for that popular mystery</p>
<p class="i2">Known to the world as a Woman of Charm,</p>
<p>Take all the conspicuous ladies of history,</p>
<p class="i2">Mix them all up without doing them harm.</p>
<p>The beauty of Helen, the warmth of Cleopatra,</p>
<p class="i2">Salome's notorious skill in the dance,</p>
<p>The dusky allure of the belles of Sumatra,</p>
<p class="i2">The fashion and finish of ladies from
France.</p>
<p>The youth of Susanna, beloved by an elder,</p>
<p class="i2">The wit of a Chambers' incomparable minx,</p>
<p>The conjugal views of the patient Griselda,</p>
<p class="i1">The fire of Sappho, the calm of the Sphinx,</p>
<p>The eyes of La Vallière, the voice of Cordelia,</p>
<p>The musical gifts of the sainted Cecelia,</p>
<p>Trilby and Carmen and Ruth and Ophelia,</p>
<p>Madame de Staël and the matron Cornelia,</p>
<p>Iseult, Hypatia and naughty Nell Gwynn,</p>
<p>Una, Titania and Elinor Glyn.</p>
<p class="i2">Take of these elements all that is fusible,</p>
<p class="i2">Melt 'em all down in a pipkin or crucible,</p>
<p class="i2">Set 'em to simmer and take off the scum,</p>
<p class="i2">And a Woman of Charm is the residuum!</p>
<p class="i4">(Slightly adapted from W.S. Gilbert.)</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="A_Modern_Proposal"></SPAN>
<h2>A Modern Proposal</h2><br/>
<center>
(It has been said that the feminist movement is the true
solution of the mother-in-law problem.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Sylvia, my dear, I would be yours with pleasure,</p>
<p class="i2">All that you are seems excellent to me,</p>
<p>Except your mother, who's much more at leisure</p>
<p class="i2">Than mothers ought to be.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Find her a fad, a job, an occupation,</p>
<p class="i2">Eugenics, dancing, uplift, yes, or crime,</p>
<p>Set her to work for her Emancipation—</p>
<p class="i2">That takes a lot of time.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Or, if the suffrage doctrine fails to charm her,</p>
<p class="i2">There are the Antis—rather in her
line—</p>
<p>Guarding the Home from Maine to Alabama</p>
<p class="i2">Would keep her out of mine.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_Newer_Lullaby"></SPAN>
<h2>The Newer Lullaby</h2><br/>
<center>
("Good heavens, when I think what the young boy of to-day is
growing up to I gasp. He has too many women around him all the
time. He has his mother when he is a baby."—<i>Bernard
Fagin, Probation Officer</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Hush-a-bye, baby,</p>
<p class="i2">Feel no alarm,</p>
<p>Gunmen shall guard you,</p>
<p class="i2">Lest Mother should harm.</p>
<p>Wake in your cradle,</p>
<p class="i2">Hear father curse!</p>
<p>Isn't that better</p>
<p class="i2">Than Mother or Nurse?</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_Protected_Sex"></SPAN>
<h2>The Protected Sex</h2>
<center>
<i>With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley</i>.
</center><br/>
<center>
("The result of taking second place to girls at school is that
the boy feels a sense of inferiority that he is never afterward
able entirely to shake off."—<i>Editorial in London Globe
against co-education</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>There, little girl, don't read,</p>
<p>You're fond of your books, I know,</p>
<p>But Brother might mope</p>
<p>If he had no hope</p>
<p>Of getting ahead of you.</p>
<p>It's dull for a boy who cannot lead.</p>
<p>There, little girl, don't read.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<h2>Warning to Suffragists</h2><br/>
<center>
("The Latin man believes that giving woman the vote will make
her less attractive."—<i>Anna H. Shaw</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>They must sacrifice their beauty</p>
<p>Who would do their civic duty,</p>
<p class="i2">Who the polling booth would enter,</p>
<p class="i2">Who the ballot box would use;</p>
<p>As they drop their ballots in it</p>
<p>Men and women in a minute,</p>
<p class="i2">Lose their charm, the antis tell us,</p>
<p class="i2">But—the men have less to lose.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Partners"></SPAN>
<h2>Partners</h2><br/>
<center>
("Our laws have not yet reached the point of holding that
property which is the result of the husband's earnings and the
wife's savings becomes their joint property.... In this most
important of all partnerships there is no partnership
property."—<i>Recent decision of the New York Supreme
Court</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Lady, lovely lady, come and share</p>
<p class="i4">All my care;</p>
<p>Oh how gladly I will hurry</p>
<p>To confide my every worry</p>
<p>(And they're very dark and drear)</p>
<p class="i4">In your ear.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Lady, share the praise I obtain</p>
<p class="i4">Now and again;</p>
<p>Though I'm shy, it doesn't matter,</p>
<p>I will tell you how they flatter:</p>
<p>Every compliment I'll share</p>
<p class="i4">Fair and square.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Lady, I my toil will divide</p>
<p class="i4">At your side;</p>
<p>I outside the home, you within;</p>
<p>You shall wash and cook and spin,</p>
<p>I'll provide the flax and food,</p>
<p class="i8">If you're good.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Partners, lady, we shall be,</p>
<p class="i8">You and me,</p>
<p>Partners in the highest sense</p>
<p>Looking for no recompense,</p>
<p>For, the savings that we make,</p>
<p class="i8">I shall take.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="What_Governments_Say_to_Women"></SPAN>
<h2>What Governments Say to Women</h2><br/>
<center>
(The law compels a married woman to take the nationality of her
husband.)
</center><br/>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>I</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>In Time of War</i></p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Help us. Your country needs you;</p>
<p class="i2">Show that you love her,</p>
<p>Give her your men to fight,</p>
<p class="i2">Ay, even to fall;</p>
<p>The fair, free land of your birth,</p>
<p class="i2">Set nothing above her,</p>
<p>Not husband nor son,</p>
<p class="i2">She must come first of all.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>II</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>In Time of Peace</i></p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>What's this? You've wed an alien,</p>
<p class="i2">Yet you ask for legislation</p>
<p>To guard your nationality?</p>
<p class="i2">We're shocked at your demand.</p>
<p>A woman when she marries</p>
<p class="i2">Takes her husband's name and nation:</p>
<p>She should love her husband only.</p>
<p class="i2">What's a woman's native land?</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="quotOh_That_Twere_Possiblequot"></SPAN>
<h2>"Oh, That 'Twere Possible!"</h2>
<center>
<i>With apologies to Lord Tennyson.</i>
</center><br/>
<center>
("The grant of suffrage to women is repugnant to instincts that
strike their roots deep in the order of nature. It runs counter
to human reason, it flouts the teachings of experience and the
admonitions of common sense."—<i>N.Y. Times, Feb. 7,
1915</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Oh, that 'twere possible</p>
<p class="i2">After those words inane</p>
<p>For me to read <i>The Times</i></p>
<p class="i2">Ever again!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>When I was wont to read it</p>
<p class="i2">In the early morning hours,</p>
<p>In a mood 'twixt wrath and mirth,</p>
<p class="i2">I exclaimed: "Alas, Ye Powers,</p>
<p>These ideas are fainter, quainter</p>
<p class="i2">Than anything on earth!"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>A paper's laid before me.</p>
<p class="i2">Not thou, not like to thee.</p>
<p>Dear me, if it were possible</p>
<p class="i2"><i>The Times</i> should ever see</p>
<p>How very far the times have moved</p>
<p class="i2">(Spelt with a little "t").</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_Times_Editorials"></SPAN>
<h2><i>The Times</i> Editorials</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Lovely Antiques, breathing in every line</p>
<p>The perfume of an age long passed away,</p>
<p>Wafting us back to 1829,</p>
<p>Museum pieces of a by-gone day,</p>
<p>You should not languish in the public press</p>
<p>Where modern thought might reach and do you harm,</p>
<p>And vulgar youth insult your hoariness,</p>
<p>Missing the flavor of your old world charm;</p>
<p>You should be locked, where rust cannot corrode</p>
<p>In some old rosewood cabinet, dimmed by age,</p>
<p>With silver-lustre, tortoise shell and Spode;</p>
<p>And all would cry, who read your yellowing page:</p>
<p class="i2">"Yes, that's the sort of thing that men
believed</p>
<p class="i2">Before the First Reform Bill was
conceived!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="CAMPAIGN_MATERIAL"></SPAN>
<h2>CAMPAIGN MATERIAL</h2>
<center>
(<i>For Both Sides</i>)
</center>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Our_Own_Twelve_Anti-suffragist_Reasons"></SPAN>
<h2>Our Own Twelve Anti-suffragist Reasons</h2><br/>
<p>1. Because no woman will leave her domestic duties to
vote.</p>
<p>2. Because no woman who may vote will attend to her domestic
duties.</p>
<p>3. Because it will make dissension between husband and
wife.</p>
<p>4. Because every woman will vote as her husband tells her
to.</p>
<p>5. Because bad women will corrupt politics.</p>
<p>6. Because bad politics will corrupt women.</p>
<p>7. Because women have no power of organization.</p>
<p>8. Because women will form a solid party and outvote men.</p>
<p>9. Because men and women are so different that they must stick
to different duties.</p>
<p>10. Because men and women are so much alike that men, with one
vote each, can represent their own views and ours too.</p>
<p>11. Because women cannot use force.</p>
<p>12. Because the militants did use force.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Why_We_Oppose_Pockets_for_Women"></SPAN>
<h2>Why We Oppose Pockets for Women</h2><br/>
<p>1. Because pockets are not a natural right.</p>
<p>2. Because the great majority of women do not want pockets. If
they did they would have them.</p>
<p>3. Because whenever women have had pockets they have not used
them.</p>
<p>4. Because women are required to carry enough things as it is,
without the additional burden of pockets.</p>
<p>5. Because it would make dissension between husband and wife
as to whose pockets were to be filled.</p>
<p>6. Because it would destroy man's chivalry toward woman, if he
did not have to carry all her things in his pockets.</p>
<p>7. Because men are men, and women are women. We must not fly
in the face of nature.</p>
<p>8. Because pockets have been used by men to carry tobacco,
pipes, whiskey flasks, chewing gum and compromising letters. We
see no reason to suppose that women would use them more
wisely.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Fashion_Notes_Past_and_Present"></SPAN>
<h2>Fashion Notes: Past and Present</h2><br/>
<p>1880—Anti-suffrage arguments are being worn long, calm
and flowing this year, with the dominant note that of woman's
intellectual inferiority.</p>
<p>1890—Violence is very evident in this season's modes,
and our more conservative thinkers are saying that woman suffrage
threatens the home, the Church and the Republic.</p>
<p>1900—A complete change of style has taken place.
Everything is being worn <i>a l'aristocrate</i>, with the
repeated assertion that too many people are voting already.</p>
<p>1915—The best line of goods shown by the leading
anti-suffrage houses this spring is the statement that woman
suffrage is the same thing as free love. The effect is extremely
piquant and surprising.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Why_We_Oppose_Women_Travelling_in_Railway_Trains"></SPAN>
<h2>Why We Oppose Women Travelling in Railway Trains</h2><br/>
<p>1. Because travelling in trains is not a natural right.</p>
<p>2. Because our great-grandmothers never asked to travel in
trains.</p>
<p>3. Because woman's place is the home, not the train.</p>
<p>4. Because it is unnecessary; there is no point reached by a
train that cannot be reached on foot.</p>
<p>5. Because it will double the work of conductors, engineers
and brakemen who are already overburdened.</p>
<p>6. Because men smoke and play cards in trains. Is there any
reason to believe that women will behave better?</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Why_We_Oppose_Schools_for_Children"></SPAN>
<h2>Why We Oppose Schools for Children</h2><br/>
<p>(<i>By the Children's Anti-School League</i>.)</p>
<p>1. Because education is a burden, not a right.</p>
<p>2. Because not one-tenth of one per cent. of the children of
this country have demanded education.</p>
<p>3. Because if we are educated we should have to behave as if
we were and we don't want to.</p>
<p>4. Because it is essentially against the nature of a child to
be educated.</p>
<p>5. Because we can't see that it has done so much for
grown-ups, and there is no reason for thinking it will make
children perfect.</p>
<p>6. Because the time of children is already sufficiently
occupied without going to school.</p>
<p>7. Because it would make dissension between parent and child.
Imagine the home life of a parent who turned out to be more
ignorant than his (or her) child?</p>
<p>8. Because we believe in the indirect education of the
theatre, the baseball field and the moving picture. We believe
that schools would in a great measure deprive us of this.</p>
<p>9. Because our parents went to school. They love us, they take
care of us, they tell us what to do. We are content that they
should be educated for us.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="But_Then_Who_Cares_for_Figures"></SPAN>
<h2>But Then Who Cares for Figures</h2><br/>
<p>An argument sometimes used against paying women as highly as
men for the same work is that women are only temporarily in
industry.</p>
<p>Forty-four per cent of the women teachers in the public
schools of New York have been more than ten years in the service,
while only twenty-six per cent of the men teachers have served as
long.</p>
<hr style="width: 45%;">
<p>The Bundesrath of Germany has decided to furnish medical and
financial assistance to women at the time of childbirth, in order
"to alleviate the anxiety of husbands at the front."</p>
<p>How strange this would sound: "The Bundesrath has decided to
furnish medical assistance to the wounded at the front, in order
to alleviate the anxiety of wives and mothers at home."</p>
<p>When a benefit is suggested for men, the question asked is:
"Will it benefit men?"</p>
<p>When a benefit is suggested for women, the question is: "Will
it benefit men?"</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Why_We_Oppose_Votes_for_Men"></SPAN>
<h2>Why We Oppose Votes for Men</h2><br/>
<p>1. Because man's place is the armory.</p>
<p>2. Because no really manly man wants to settle any question
otherwise than by fighting about it.</p>
<p>3. Because if men should adopt peaceable methods women will no
longer look up to them.</p>
<p>4. Because men will lose their charm if they step out of their
natural sphere and interest themselves in other matters than
feats of arms, uniforms and drums.</p>
<p>5. Because men are too emotional to vote. Their conduct at
baseball games and political conventions shows this, while their
innate tendency to appeal to force renders them peculiarly unfit
for the task of government.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_Logic_of_the_Law"></SPAN>
<h2>The Logic of the Law</h2><br/>
<p>In 1875 the Supreme Court of Wisconsin in denying the petition
of women to practise before it said:</p>
<p>"It would be shocking to man's reverence for womanhood and
faith in woman ... that woman should be permitted to mix
professionally in all the nastiness which finds its way into
courts of justice."</p>
<p>It then names thirteen subjects as unfit for the attention of
women—three of them are crimes committed against women.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Consistency"></SPAN>
<h2>Consistency</h2><br/>
<p>("Vile insults, lewd talk and brutal conduct were used by the
indicted men to frighten respectable women who went to the polls
in Terre Haute at the last election, asserted District Attorney
Dailey."—<i>Press Dispatch</i>.)</p>
<p>Are the polls unfit for decent women?</p>
<p>No, sir, they are perfectly orderly.</p>
<p>Tut, tut! Go there at once and swear and be brutal, or what
will become of our anti-suffrage argument?</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Sometimes_We're_Ivy_and_Sometimes_We're_Oak"></SPAN>
<h2>Sometimes We're Ivy, and Sometimes We're Oak</h2><br/>
<p>Is it true that the English government is calling on women to
do work abandoned by men?</p>
<p>Yes, it is true.</p>
<p>Is not woman's place the home?</p>
<p>No, not when men need her services outside the home.</p>
<p>Will she never be told again that her place is the home?</p>
<p>Oh, yes, indeed.</p>
<p>When?</p>
<p>As soon as men want their jobs back again.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Do_You_Know"></SPAN>
<h2>Do You Know</h2><br/>
<p>That in 1869 Miss Jex-Blake and four other women entered for a
medical degree at the University of Edinburgh?</p>
<p>That the president of the College of Physicians refused to
give the women the prizes they had won?</p>
<p>That the undergraduates insulted any professor who allowed
women to compete for prizes?</p>
<p>That the women were stoned in the streets, and finally
excluded from the medical school?</p>
<p>That in 1877 the British Medical Association declared women
ineligible for membership?</p>
<p>That in 1881 the International Medical Congress excluded women
from all but its "social and ceremonial meetings"?</p>
<p>That the Obstetrical Society refused to allow a woman's name
to appear on the title page of a pamphlet which she had written
with her husband?</p>
<p>That according to a recent dispatch from London, many
hospitals, since the outbreak of hostilities, have asked women to
become resident physicians, and public authorities are daily
endeavoring to obtain women as assistant medical officers and as
school doctors?</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Interviews_With_Celebrated_Anti-Suffragists"></SPAN>
<h2>Interviews With Celebrated Anti-Suffragists</h2><br/>
<p>"Woman's place is in my home."—Appius Claudius.</p>
<p>"I have never felt the need of the
ballot."—Cleopatra.</p>
<p>"Magna Charta merely fashionable fad of ye Barons."—King
John.</p>
<p>"Boston Tea Party shows American colonists to be hysterical
and utterly incapable of self-government."—George III.</p>
<p>"Know of no really good slaves who desire
emancipation."—President of the United Slaveholders'
Protective Association.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Another_of_Those_Curious_Coincidences"></SPAN>
<h2>Another of Those Curious Coincidences</h2><br/>
<p>On February 15, the House of Representatives passed a bill
making it unlawful to ship in interstate commerce the products of
a mill, cannery or factory which have been produced by the labor
of children under fourteen years.</p>
<p>Forty-three gentlemen voted against it.</p>
<p>Forty-one of those forty-three had also voted against the
woman suffrage bill.</p>
<p>Not one single vote was cast against it by a representative
from any state where women vote for Congressmen.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_New_Freedom"></SPAN>
<h2>The New Freedom</h2><br/>
<p>"The Michigan commission on industrial relations has
discovered," says "The Detroit Journal," "that thousands of wives
support their husbands."</p>
<p>Woman's place is the home, but under a special privilege she
is sometimes allowed to send her wages as a substitute.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="To_the_Great_Dining_Out_Majority"></SPAN>
<h2>To the Great Dining Out Majority</h2><br/>
<p>The New York State Association Opposed to Woman Suffrage is
sending out leaflets to its members urging them to "tell every
man you meet, your tailor, your postman, your grocer, as well as
your <i>dinner partner</i>, that you are opposed to woman
suffrage."</p>
<p>We hope that the 90,000 sewing machine operatives, the 40,000
saleswomen, the 32,000 laundry operatives, the 20,000 knitting
and silk mill girls, the 17,000 women janitors and cleaners, the
12,000 cigar-makers, to say nothing of the 700,000 other women
and girls in industry in New York State, will remember when they
have drawn off their long gloves and tasted their oysters to tell
their dinner partners that they are opposed to woman suffrage
because they fear it might take women out of the home.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="WOMEN'S_SPHERE"></SPAN>
<h2>WOMEN'S SPHERE</h2>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Many_Men_to_Any_Woman"></SPAN>
<h2>Many Men to Any Woman</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>If you have beauty, charm, refinement, tact,</p>
<p>If you can prove that should I set you free,</p>
<p>You would not contemplate the smallest act</p>
<p>That might annoy or interfere with me.</p>
<p>If you can show that women will abide</p>
<p>By the best standards of their womanhood—</p>
<p>(And I must be the person to decide</p>
<p>What in a woman is the highest good);</p>
<p>If you display efficiency supreme</p>
<p>In philanthropic work devoid of pay;</p>
<p>If you can show a clearly thought-out scheme</p>
<p>For bringing the millennium in a day:</p>
<p class="i2">Why, then, dear lady, at some time remote,</p>
<p>I might consider giving you the vote.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="A_Sex_Difference"></SPAN>
<h2>A Sex Difference</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>When men in Congress come to blows at something someone
said,</p>
<p>I always notice that it shows their blood is quick and
red;</p>
<p>But if two women disagree, with very little noise,</p>
<p>It proves, and this seems strange to me, that women have
no poise.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Advice_to_Heroines"></SPAN>
<h2>Advice to Heroines</h2><br/>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>I</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>A heroine must shrink and cling</p>
<p class="i2">When heroes are about,</p>
<p>And thus the watching world will think:</p>
<p class="i2">"How brave his heart and stout!"</p>
<p>But if he chance to be away</p>
<p class="i2">When bright-faced dangers shine,</p>
<p>It will be best for her to play</p>
<p class="i2">The oak-tree, not the vine.</p>
<p>In fact the most important thing</p>
<p>Is knowing when it's time to cling.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>II</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>With apologies to R.L.S.</i></p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>A heroine must be polite</p>
<p>And do what others say is right,</p>
<p>And think men wise and formidable—</p>
<p>At least as far as she is able.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Mutual_Vows"></SPAN>
<h2>Mutual Vows</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"My dear," he said, "observe this frightful bill,</p>
<p>Run up, I think you'll own, against my will.</p>
<p>If you will recollect our wedding day</p>
<p>You vowed on that occasion to obey."</p>
<p>"I do recall the day," said she, "and how</p>
<p>Me with your worldly goods you did endow."</p>
<p>"That," he replied, "is palpably absurd----"</p>
<p>"You mean you did not mean to keep your word?"</p>
<p>"O, yes," he answered, "in a general way."</p>
<p>"And that," said she, "is how I meant obey."</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="If_They_Meant_All_They_Said"></SPAN>
<h2>If They Meant All They Said</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Charm is a woman's strongest arm;</p>
<p>My charwoman is full of charm;</p>
<p>I chose her, not for strength of arm</p>
<p>But for her strange elusive charm.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And how tears heighten woman's powers!</p>
<p>My typist weeps for hours and hours:</p>
<p>I took her for her weeping powers—</p>
<p>They so delight my business hours.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>A woman lives by intuition.</p>
<p>Though my accountant shuns addition</p>
<p>She has the rarest intuition.</p>
<p>(And I myself can do addition.)</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Timidity in girls is nice.</p>
<p>My cook is so afraid of mice.</p>
<p>Now you'll admit it's very nice</p>
<p>To feel your cook's afraid of mice.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Democracy"></SPAN>
<h2>Democracy</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Democracy is this—to hold</p>
<p class="i2">That all who wander down the pike</p>
<p class="i2">In cart or car, on foot or bike,</p>
<p>Or male or female, young or old,</p>
<p class="i2">Are much alike—are much alike.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Feminism"></SPAN>
<h2>Feminism</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Mother, what is a Feminist?"</p>
<p class="i2">"A Feminist, my daughter,</p>
<p>Is any woman now who cares</p>
<p>To think about her own affairs</p>
<p class="i2">As men don't think she oughter."</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_Warning"></SPAN>
<h2>The Warning</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>No, it isn't home neglecting</p>
<p>If you spend your time selecting</p>
<p class="i2">Seven blouses and a jacket and a hat;</p>
<p>Or to give your day to paying</p>
<p>Needless visits, or to playing</p>
<p class="i2">Auction bridge. What critic could object to
that?</p>
<p>But to spend two precious hours</p>
<p>At a lecture! Oh, my powers,</p>
<p class="i2">The home is all a woman needs to learn.</p>
<p>And an hour, or a quarter,</p>
<p>Spent in voting! Why, my daughter,</p>
<p class="i2">You could not find your home on your
return.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Evolution"></SPAN>
<h2>Evolution</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Said Mr. Jones in 1910:</p>
<p>"Women, subject yourselves to men."</p>
<p>Nineteen-Eleven heard him quote:</p>
<p>"They rule the world without the vote."</p>
<p>By Nineteen-Twelve, he would submit</p>
<p>"When all the women wanted it."</p>
<p>By Nineteen-Thirteen, looking glum,</p>
<p>He said that it was bound to come.</p>
<p>This year I heard him say with pride:</p>
<p>"No reasons on the other side!"</p>
<p>By Nineteen-Fifteen, he'll insist</p>
<p>He's always been a suffragist.</p>
<p>And what is really stranger, too,</p>
<p>He'll think that what he says is true.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Intercepted"></SPAN>
<h2>Intercepted</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Only the worst of them vote."</p>
<p class="i2">"Are not the suffragists frights?"</p>
<p>"Nietzsche's the person to quote."</p>
<p class="i2">"I prefer love to my rights."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Are not the suffragists frights?"</p>
<p class="i2">"Sex is their only appeal."</p>
<p>"I prefer love to my rights."</p>
<p class="i2">"No, we don't think, but we feel."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Sex is their only appeal."</p>
<p class="i2">"Woman belongs at the loom."</p>
<p>"No, we don't think, but we feel."</p>
<p class="i2">"Doesn't it rub off the bloom?"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Woman belongs at the loom."</p>
<p class="i2">"Isn't the speaker a bore!"</p>
<p>"Doesn't it rub off the bloom?"</p>
<p class="i2">"Oh, it's a fad—nothing more."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Isn't the speaker a bore!"</p>
<p class="i2">"Nietzsche's the person to quote."</p>
<p>"Oh, it's a fad—nothing more."</p>
<p class="i2">"Only the worst of them vote."</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_Universal_Answer"></SPAN>
<h2>The Universal Answer</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i6">Oh, there you go again,</p>
<p class="i6">Invading man's domain!</p>
<p>It's Nature's laws, you know, you are defying.</p>
<p class="i6">Don't fancy that you can</p>
<p class="i6">Be really like a man,</p>
<p>So what's the use of all this fuss and trying?</p>
<p class="i6">It seems to me so clear,</p>
<p class="i6">That women's highest sphere</p>
<p>Is being loving wives and patient mothers.</p>
<p class="i6">Oh, can't you be content</p>
<p class="i6">To be as you were meant?</p>
<p class="i4">{souls</p>
<p>For {books belong to husbands and to brothers.</p>
<p class="i4">{votes</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Candor"></SPAN>
<h2>Candor</h2><br/>
<center>
(<i>By an admirer of the late H.C. Bunner</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"I know what you're going to say," she said,</p>
<p class="i2">And she stood up, causing him some alarm;</p>
<p class="i2">"You're going to tell me I'll lose my
charm,</p>
<p>And what is a woman when charm has fled?</p>
<p class="i2">And you're going to say that you greatly
fear</p>
<p class="i2">I don't understand a woman's sphere;</p>
<p>Now aren't you honestly?" "Yes," he said.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"I know what you're going to say," she said,</p>
<p class="i2">"You're going to ask what I hope to gain</p>
<p class="i2">By stepping down to the dusty plain,</p>
<p>By seeking a stone when I might have bread;</p>
<p class="i2">You're going to say: 'Can a vote replace</p>
<p class="i2">The tender force of a woman's grace?'</p>
<p>Now, aren't you honestly?" "Yes," he said.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"I know what you're going to do," he said,</p>
<p class="i2">"You're going to talk to me all day long</p>
<p class="i2">Trying to make me see I'm wrong;</p>
<p>And other men who are less misled</p>
<p class="i2">Will pale with jealousy when they see</p>
<p class="i2">The time you give to converting me;</p>
<p>Now, aren't you honestly?" "Ye-es," she said.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="What_Every_Woman_Must_Not_Say"></SPAN>
<h2>What Every Woman Must Not Say</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"I don't pretend I'm clever," he remarked, "or very
wise,"</p>
<p>And at this she murmured, "Really," with the right polite
surprise.</p>
<p>"But women," he continued, "I must own I understand;</p>
<p>Women are a contradiction—honorable and
underhand—</p>
<p>Constant as the star Polaris, yet as changeable as
Fate,</p>
<p>Always flying what they long for, always seeking what they
hate."</p>
<p>"Don't you think," began the lady, but he cut her short:
"I see</p>
<p>That you take it personally—women always do," said
he.</p>
<p>"You will pardon me for saying every woman is the
same,</p>
<p>Always greedy for approval, always sensitive to blame;</p>
<p>Sweet and passionate are women; weak in mind, though
strong in soul;</p>
<p>Even you admit, I fancy, that they have no
self-control?"</p>
<p>"No, I don't admit they haven't," said the patient lady
then,</p>
<p>"Or they could not sit and listen to the nonsense talked
by men."</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Chivalry"></SPAN>
<h2>Chivalry</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>It's treating a woman politely</p>
<p class="i2">As long as she isn't a fright:</p>
<p>It's guarding the girls who act rightly,</p>
<p class="i2">If you can be judge of what's right;</p>
<p>It's being—not just, but so pleasant;</p>
<p class="i2">It's tipping while wages are low;</p>
<p>It's making a beautiful present,</p>
<p class="i2">And failing to pay what you owe.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>From Our Own Nursery Rhymes</i></p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Chivalry, Chivalry, where have you been?"</p>
<p>"I've been out seeking a beautiful queen."</p>
<p>"Chivalry, Chivalry, what did you find?"</p>
<p>"Commonplace women, not much to my mind."</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Women"></SPAN>
<h2>Women</h2>
<center>
(<i>With rather insincere apologies to Mr. Rudyard
Kipling</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>I went to ask my government if they would set me free,</p>
<p>They gave a pardoned crook a vote, but hadn't one for
me;</p>
<p>The men about me laughed and frowned and said: "Go home,
because</p>
<p>We really can't be bothered when we're busy making
laws."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Oh, it's women this, and women that and women have no
sense,</p>
<p>But it's pay your taxes promptly when it comes to the
expense,</p>
<p>It comes to the expense, my dears, it comes to the
expense,</p>
<p>It's pay your taxes promptly when it comes to the
expense.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I went into a factory to earn my daily bread:</p>
<p>Men said: "The home is woman's sphere." "I have no home,"
I said.</p>
<p>But when the men all marched to war, they cried to wife
and maid,</p>
<p>"Oh, never mind about the home, but save the export
trade."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>For it's women this and women that, and home's the place
for you,</p>
<p>But it's patriotic angels when there's outside work to
do,</p>
<p>There's outside work to do, my dears, there's outside work
to do,</p>
<p>It's patriotic angels when there's outside work to do.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>We are not really senseless, and we are not angels,
too,</p>
<p>But very human beings, human just as much as you.</p>
<p>It's hard upon occasions to be forceful and sublime</p>
<p>When you're treated as incompetents three-quarters of the
time.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>But it's women this and women that, and woman's like a
hen,</p>
<p>But it's do the country's work alone, when war takes off
the men,</p>
<p>And it's women this and women that and everything you
please,</p>
<p>But woman is observant, and be sure that woman sees.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Beware"></SPAN>
<h2>Beware!</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>In the days that are gone when a statue was wanted</p>
<p class="i2">In park or museum where statues must be,</p>
<p>A chivalrous male would come forward undaunted</p>
<p class="i2">And say: "If you must have one, make it of
me.</p>
<p>Bad though they be, yet I'll agree</p>
<p>If you must make them, why make them of me."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>But chivalry's dead, as I always expected</p>
<p class="i2">Since women would not let things stay as they
were;</p>
<p>So now, I suppose, when a statue's erected</p>
<p class="i2">Men will say brutally: "Make it of her."</p>
<p>She may prefer things as they were</p>
<p>When they start making the statues of her.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Male_Philosophy"></SPAN>
<h2>Male Philosophy</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Men are very brave, you know,</p>
<p>That was settled long ago;</p>
<p>Ask, however, if you doubt it,</p>
<p>Any man you meet about it;</p>
<p>He will say, I think, like me,</p>
<p>Men are brave as they can be.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Women think they're brave, you say?</p>
<p>Do they really? Well, they may,</p>
<p>But such biased attestation</p>
<p>Is not worth consideration,</p>
<p>For a legal judgment shelves</p>
<p>What they say about themselves.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="From_a_Man's_Point_of_View"></SPAN>
<h2>From a Man's Point of View</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Women love self-sacrifice</p>
<p>Suffering and good advice;</p>
<p>If they don't love these sincerely</p>
<p>Then they're not true women really.</p>
<p>Oh, it shocks me so to note</p>
<p>Women pleading for the vote!</p>
<p>Saying publicly it would</p>
<p>Educate and do them good.</p>
<p>Such a selfish reason trips</p>
<p>Oddly from a woman's lips.</p>
<p>But it must not be supposed</p>
<p>I am in the least opposed.</p>
<p>If they want it let them try it.</p>
<p>For I think we'll profit by it.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Glory"></SPAN>
<h2>Glory</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>I went to see old Susan Gray,</p>
<p>Whose soldier sons had marched away,</p>
<p>And this is what she had to say:</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"It isn't war I hate at all—</p>
<p class="i2">'Tis likely men must fight—</p>
<p>But, oh, these flags and uniforms,</p>
<p class="i2">It's them that isn't right!</p>
<p>If war must come, and come it does</p>
<p class="i2">To take our boys from play,</p>
<p>It isn't right to make it seem</p>
<p class="i2">So beautiful and gay."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I left old Susan with a sigh;</p>
<p>A famous band was marching by</p>
<p>To make men glad they had to die.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Dependence"></SPAN>
<h2>Dependence</h2><br/>
<center>
(An Englishwoman whose income has stopped owing to her two sons
having joined the English army, was taken care of last night at
the Florence Crittenden Mission.—<i>Press Clipping</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>The young men said to their mother,</p>
<p class="i2">"Hear us, O dearest and best!</p>
<p>Time cannot cool or smother</p>
<p class="i2">The love of you in our breast;</p>
<p>Here is your place and no other—</p>
<p class="i2">Come home and rest."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And the mother's heart was grateful</p>
<p class="i2">For the love of her cherished ones,</p>
<p>And her labor, bitter and hateful,</p>
<p class="i2">She left at the word of her sons,</p>
<p>Till she heard far off the fateful</p>
<p class="i2">Voices of guns.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Their love did more enslave her;</p>
<p class="i2">They did not understand</p>
<p>That none could guard or save her</p>
<p class="i2">When war was on the land,</p>
<p>But herself, and God, who gave her</p>
<p class="i2">Heart and mind and hand.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Playthings"></SPAN>
<h2>Playthings</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Last year the shops were crowded</p>
<p class="i2">With soldier suits and guns—</p>
<p>The presents that at Christmas time</p>
<p class="i2">We give our little sons;</p>
<p>And many a glittering trumpet</p>
<p class="i2">And many a sword and drum;</p>
<p>But as they're made in Germany</p>
<p class="i2">This year they will not come.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Perhaps another season</p>
<p class="i2">We shall not give our boys</p>
<p>Such very warlike playthings,</p>
<p class="i2">Such military toys;</p>
<p>Perhaps another season</p>
<p class="i2">We shall not think it sweet</p>
<p>To watch their game of soldier men,</p>
<p class="i2">Who dream not of defeat.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Militants"></SPAN>
<h2>Militants</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Hippolta, Penthesilea,</p>
<p class="i2">Maria Teresa and Joan,</p>
<p>Agustina and Boadicea</p>
<p class="i2">And some militant girls of our own—</p>
<p>It would take a brave man and a dull one</p>
<p class="i2">To say to these ladies: "Of course</p>
<p>We adore you while meek,</p>
<p>Timid, clinging and weak,</p>
<p class="i2">But a woman can never use force."</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="A_Lady's_Choice"></SPAN>
<h2>A Lady's Choice</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Her old love in tears and silence had been building her a
palace</p>
<p class="i2">Ringed by moats and flanked with towers, he had
set it on a hill</p>
<p>"Here," he said, "will come no whisper of the world's
alarms and</p>
<p class="i4">malice,</p>
<p class="i2">In these granite walls imprisoned, I will keep
you safe from ill."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>As he spoke along the highway there came riding by a
stranger,</p>
<p class="i2">For an instant on her features, he a fleeting
glance bestowed,</p>
<p>Then he said: "My heart is fickle and the world is full of
danger,"</p>
<p class="i2">And he offered her his stirrup and he pointed
down the road.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_Ballad_of_Lost_Causes"></SPAN>
<h2>The Ballad of Lost Causes</h2><br/>
<center>
(<i>About 465 years after Villon</i>.)
</center>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Tell me in what spot remote</p>
<p class="i2">Do the antis dwell to-day,</p>
<p>Those who did not want to vote,</p>
<p class="i2">Feared their sex's prompt decay?</p>
<p class="i2">Where are those who used to say:</p>
<p>"Home alone is woman's sphere;</p>
<p class="i2">Only those should vote who slay"?</p>
<p>Where the snows of yester-year?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Where are those who used to quote</p>
<p class="i2">Nietzsche's words in dread array?</p>
<p>Where the ancient crones who wrote:</p>
<p class="i2">"Women rule through Beauty's sway"?</p>
<p class="i2">And those lovers, where are they,</p>
<p>Who could hold no woman dear</p>
<p class="i2">If she had the ballot? Nay!</p>
<p>Where the snows of yester-year?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Prince, inquire no more, I pray,</p>
<p class="i2">Whither antis disappear.</p>
<p>Suffrage won; they melt away,</p>
<p class="i2">Like the snows of yester-year.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="Thoughts_at_an_Anti_Meeting"></SPAN>
<h2>Thoughts at an Anti Meeting</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>There are no homes in suffrage states,</p>
<p class="i2">There are no children, glad and good,</p>
<p>There, men no longer seek for mates,</p>
<p class="i2">And women lose their womanhood.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>This I believe without debate,</p>
<p class="i2">And yet I ask—and ask in vain—</p>
<p>Why no one in a suffrage state</p>
<p class="i2">Has moved to change things back again?</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="A_MASQUE_OF_TEACHERS"></SPAN>
<h2>A MASQUE OF TEACHERS</h2>
<center>
AND
</center>
<center>
THE UNCONSCIOUS SUFFRAGISTS
</center>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_Ideal_Candidates"></SPAN>
<h2>The Ideal Candidates</h2><br/>
<p>(A by-law of the New York Board of Education says: "No married
woman shall be appointed to any teaching or supervising position
in the New York public schools unless her husband is mentally or
physically incapacitated to earn a living or has deserted her for
a period of not less than one year.")</p>
<br/>
<p>CHARACTERS</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>Board of Education</i>.</p>
<p class="i7"><i>Three Would-Be Teachers</i>.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>Chorus by Board</i>:</p>
<p class="i2">Now please don't waste</p>
<p class="i4">Your time and ours</p>
<p class="i2">By pleas all based</p>
<p class="i4">On mental powers.</p>
<p class="i2">She seems to us</p>
<p class="i4">The proper stuff</p>
<p class="i2">Who has a hus-</p>
<p class="i4">Band bad enough.</p>
<p class="i2">All other pleas appear to us</p>
<p class="i2">Excessively superfluous.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>1st Teacher</i>:</p>
<p class="i2">My husband is not really bad----</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>Board</i>:</p>
<p class="i4">How very sad, how very sad!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>1st Teacher</i>:</p>
<p class="i4">He's good, but hear my one excuse----</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>Board</i>:</p>
<p class="i4">Oh, what's the use, oh, what's the use?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>1st Teacher</i>:</p>
<p class="i4">Last winter in a railroad wreck</p>
<p class="i4">He lost an arm and broke his neck.</p>
<p class="i4">He's doomed, but lingers day by day.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>Board</i>:</p>
<p class="i4">Her husband's doomed! Hurray! hurray!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>2nd Teacher</i>:</p>
<p class="i4">My husband's kind and healthy, too----</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>Board</i>:</p>
<p class="i4">Why, then, of course, you will not do.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>2nd Teacher</i>:</p>
<p class="i4">Just hear me out. You'll find you're wrong.</p>
<p class="i4">It's true his body's good and strong;</p>
<p class="i4">But, ah, his wits are all astray.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>Board</i>:</p>
<p class="i4">Her husband's mad. Hip, hip, hurray!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>3rd Teacher</i>:</p>
<p class="i2">My husband's wise and well—the
creature!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>Board</i>:</p>
<p class="i2">Then you can never be a teacher.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>3rd Teacher</i>:</p>
<p class="i2">Wait. For I led him such a life</p>
<p class="i2">He could not stand me as a wife;</p>
<p class="i2">Last Michaelmas, he ran away.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>Board</i>:</p>
<p class="i2">Her husband hates her, Hip, hurray!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p><i>Chorus by Board</i>:</p>
<p class="i2">Now we have found</p>
<p class="i4">Without a doubt,</p>
<p class="i2">By process sound</p>
<p class="i4">And well thought out,</p>
<p class="i2">Each candidate</p>
<p class="i4">Is fit in truth</p>
<p class="i2">To educate</p>
<p class="i4">The mind of youth.</p>
<p class="i2">No teacher need apply to us</p>
<p class="i2">Whose married life's harmonious.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i9">(<i>Curtain</i>.)</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;">
<SPAN name="The_Unconscious_Suffragists"></SPAN>
<h2>The Unconscious Suffragists</h2><br/>
<p>"They who have no voice nor vote in the electing of
representatives do not enjoy liberty, but are absolutely enslaved
to those who have votes."—Benjamin Franklin.</p>
<p>"No such phrase as virtual representation was ever known in
law or constitution."—James Otis.</p>
<p>"But these great cities, says my honorable friend, are
virtually, though not directly represented. Are not the wishes of
Manchester, he asks, as much consulted as those of any other town
which sends members to Parliament? Now, sir, I do not understand
how a power which is salutary when exercised virtually can be
noxious when exercised directly. If the wishes of Manchester have
as much weight with us as they would have under a system which
gives representatives to Manchester, how can there be any danger
in giving representatives to Manchester?"—Lord Macaulay's
Speech on the Reform Bill.</p>
<p>"Universal suffrage prolongs in the United States the effect
of universal education: for it stimulates all citizens throughout
their lives to reflect on problems outside the narrow circle of
their private interests and occupations: to read about public
questions; to discuss public characters and to hold themselves
ready in some degree to give a rational account of their
political faith."—Dr. Charles Eliot.</p>
<p>"But liberty is not the chief and constant object of their
(the American people) desires: equality is their idol; they make
rapid and sudden efforts to obtain liberty and if they miss their
aim, resign themselves to their disappointment; but nothing can
satisfy them without equality, and they would rather perish than
lose it."—De Tocqueville: Democracy in America, 1835.</p>
<p>"A government is for the benefit of all the people. We believe
that this benefit is best accomplished by popular government
because in the long run each class of individuals is apt to
secure better provision for themselves through their own voice in
government than through the altruistic interest of others,
however intelligent or philanthropic."—William H. Taft in
Special Message.</p>
<p>"I have listened to some very honest and eloquent orators
whose sentiments were noteworthy for this: that when they spoke
of the people, they were not thinking of themselves, they were
thinking of somebody whom they were commissioned to take care of.
And I have seen them shiver when it was suggested that they
arrange to have something done by the people for
themselves."—The New Freedom, by Woodrow Wilson.</p>
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