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# Women As Sex Vendors

BY
R. B. TOBIAS and MARY E. MARCY
OR
WHY WOMEN ARE CONSERVATIVE
(Being a View of the Economic Status of Woman)
By
R. B. TOBIAS and MARY E. MARCY
CHICAGO
CHARLES H. KERR & COMPANY
CO-OPERATIVE
Copyright 1918
By Charles H. Kerr & Company
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# Women (Bogan)

Published in The Measure in 1922
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.
They do not see cattle cropping red winter grass, They do not hear Snow water going down under culverts Shallow and clear.
They wait, when they should turn to journeys, They stiffen, when they should bend. They use against themselves that benevolence To which no man is friend.
They cannot think of so many crops to a field Or of clean wood cleft by an axe. Their love is an eager meaninglessness Too tense, or too lax.
They hear in every whisper that speaks to them A shout and a cry. As like as not, when they take life over their door-sills They should let it go by.
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# Women's suffrage: a short history of a great movement/List of books

LIST OF BOOKS
The Subjection of Women. By J. S. Mill.
On Liberty. By J. S. Mill.
On Representative Government. By J. S. Mill.
Letters. By J. S. Mill. Edited by Hugh Elliot.
Record of Women's Suffrage. By Helen Blackburn.
A Handbook for Women. By Helen Blackburn.
The Emancipation of English Women. By W. Lyon Blease.
Questions Relating to Women. By Emily Davies, LL.D.
Women and Labour. By Olive Schreiner.
The Suffragette. By E. Sylvia Pankhurst.
The Status of Women, 1066-1909. By the Misses Wallis Chapman.
Women's Work in Local Government. By Jane E. Brownlow.
The Life of Josephine Butler.
Pioneer Work in Opening the Medical Profession to Women. By Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell.
Women's Suffrage in Many Lands. By Alice Zimmern.
The Englishwoman. By David Staars.
The Women's Franchise Movement in New Zealand. By W. Sidney Smith.
Women and Economics. By Charlotte Perkins Gilman.
Common-sense Applied to Women's Suffrage. By Mary Putnam Jacobi, M.D.
Equal Suffrage. By Helen Sumner, Ph.D.
A Short History of Women's Rights. By Eugene Hecker.
Reports of the International Women's Suffrage Alliance.
# Women's suffrage proclamation, Oregon 1912

Proclamation
State of Oregon—Executive Department, Salem, Oregon, November 30, 1912
Whereas: The women of Oregon, after long and patient effort, have persuaded the men of the State to place them upon a footing of political equality by granting to them the right of suffrage through an amendment to Section 2 of Article 11 of the Constitution of the State; and, Whereas: Pursuant to the provisions of law, the Secretary of State of the State of Oregon in the presence of the Governor of the State of Oregon, did on the 29th day of November 1912 canvass the official election returns for the general election held in the State of Oregon on Tuesday, the fifth day of November, 1912; and, Whereas: It appears from the said official canvass that the following measure has been approved by a majority of the electors of the State of Oregon who voted therein: "Section 2 of Article 11" of the Constitution of the State of Oregon shall be and hereby is amended to read as follows:
"Section 2. In all elections not otherwise provided for by this Constitution, every citizen of the United States, of the age of twenty-one years and upwards, who shall have resided in the State during the six months immediately preceding such election, and every person of foreign birth of the age of twenty-one years and upwards, who shall have resided in the State during the six months immediately preceding such election, and shall have declared his or her intention to become a citizen of the United States one year preceding such election, conformably to the laws of the United States on the subject of naturalization, shall be entitled to vote at all elections authorized by law."
And Whereas: The above quoted amendment, at the mentioned election received 61,265 affirmative and 57,104 negative votes. Now, therefore, I, Oswald West, Governor of the State of Oregon, by virtue of the authority, in me vested, and in obedience to the provisions of Section 9 of Chapter 226 of the General Laws of Oregon for the year 1907, do hereby make and issue this proclamation to the people of the State of Oregon, and vowing that the said amendment to "Section 2" of Article 11 of the Constitution of Oregon, is now, and hereafter shall be, in full force and effect as a part and portion of the Organic Law of the State of Oregon.
In witness whereof, I have hereunto set my hand, and caused the Seal of the State of Oregon to be hereunto affixed this 30th day of November 1912.
OSWALD WEST, Governor.
Attest: BEN W. OLCOTT, Secretary of State.
The above is transcribed by Abigail Scott Duniway in her 79th year.
# Works of Jules Verne/A Floating City/Chapter 13

CHAPTER XIII DR. PITFERGE TELLS OF THE GHOST
At lunch Dean Pitferge told me that the reverend gentleman had admirably enlarged on his text. Battering rams, armed forts, and submarine torpedoes had figured in his ​discourse; as for himself, he was made great by the greatness of America. If it pleases America to be thus extolled, I have nothing to say.
Entering the grand saloon, I read the following note, Lat. 50° 8′ N., Long. 30° 44' W. Course, 255 miles.
Always the same result. We had only made eleven hundred miles, including the three hundred and ten between Fastenet and Liverpool, about a third part of our voyage. During the remainder of the day officers, sailors, and passengers continued to rest in accordance with established custom. Not a piano sounded in the silent saloons; the chess-men did not leave their box, or the cards their case; the billiard-room was deserted. I had an opportunity this day to introduce Dean Pitferge to Captain Coriscan. My original friend very much amused the captain by telling him the stories whispered about the Great Eastern. He attempted to prove to him that it was a bewitched ship, to which fatal misfortune must happen. The yarn of the melted engineer greatly pleased the captain, who, being a Scotchman, was a lover of the marvelous, but he could not repress an incredulous smile.
"I see," said Dr. Pitferge, "the captain has not much faith in my stories."
"Much! that is saying a great deal," replied Captain Corsican.
"Will you believe me, captain, if I affirm that this ship is haunted at night?" asked the Doctor, in a serious tone.
"Haunted!" cried the captain; "what next? Ghosts? and you believe in them?"
"I believe," replied Pitferge, "I believe what people who can be depended on have told me. Now, I know some of the officers on watch, and the sailors also, are quite unanimous on this point, that during the darkness of the night a shadow, a vague form, walks the ship. How it comes there they do not know, neither do they know how it disappears."
"By St. Dunstan!" exclaimed Captain Corsican, "we will watch it well together."
"To-night?" asked the Doctor.
"To-night, if you like; and you, sir," added the captain, turning to me, "will you keep us company?"
"No," said I; "I do not wish to trouble the solitude of ​this phantom; besides, I would rather think that our Doctor is joking."
"I am not joking," replied the obstinate Pitferge.
"Come, Doctor," said I. "Do you really believe in the dead coming back to the decks of ships?"
"I believe in the dead who come to life again," replied the Doctor, "and this is the more astonishing as I am a physician."
"A physician!" cried the captain, drawing back as if the word had made him uneasy.
"Don't be alarmed, captain," said the Doctor smiling, good-humoredly; "I don't practice while traveling."
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# Weird Tales/Volume 9/Issue 5/The Song of the Bats

May issue
The Song of the Bats
By ROBERT E. HOWARD
The dusk was on the mountain And the stars were dim and frail When the bats came flying, flying From the river and the vale To wheel against the twilight And sing their witchly tale.
"We were kings of eld!" they chanted, "Rulers of a world enchanted; "Every nation of creation "Owned our lordship over men. "Diadems of power crowned us, "Then rose Solomon to confound us, "Flung his web of magic round us, "In the forms of beasts he bound us, "So our rule was broken then."
Whirling, wheeling into westward, Fled they in their phantom flight; Was it but a wing-beat music Murmured through the star-gemmed night? Or the singing of a ghost clan Whispering of forgotten night?
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# Weird Tales/Volume 9/Issue 6/Ghost Lore

From Weird Tales, Volume 9 Issue 6
Ghost Lore
By Gertrude Wright
There are Things we dare not name, There are formless, nameless Things, Silent Shapes with sable wings, Born of Shadows and of Shame, See them winding wo-bedight Through the labyrinths of Night.
Creatures pallid and forlorn, Crawling forth from new-made graves, Riding on the winds and waves, Other creatures yet unborn, See them winding wo-bedight Through the labyrinths of Night.
Progeny of Doubt and Fear, Some walk headless o’er the hills, Some are great, eternal Wills, Working evil everywhere, See them winding wo-bedight Through the labyrinths of Night.
Writhing, twisting, serpent Things, Coiling through the sultry skies, Flashing, rolling, greenish eyes, Flapping, flaming, fiery wings, See them winding wo-bedight Through the labyrinths of Night.
Moaning, shrieking, sighing souls, Wailing, whining, whirling forms, Like the voice of vanished storms, Their despairing anthem rolls, See them winding wo-bedight Through the labyrinths of Night.
# Weird Tales/Volume 9/Issue 3/Wolf

WOLF
By A. LESLIE
Eyes of flame and a heart of hell,
Voice like the toll of a funeral bell;
Thews of steel, and velvet paws,
Rapier fangs and dagger claws.
A soul? the ravished soul of a man,
Bound by the arts of the devil clan;
Seared and chained by blood and lust,
Its draggled wings trailed in the dust:
A howling thing ’neath prison bars,
Choked in the shadow of the stars;
Wallowing in the crimson feast,
Befouled by the fetid stench of the beast
As out of the awful eyes it glares
While the white-fanged monster rips and tears.
Oh moonlight trail and panting breath!
Oh wolf! wolf! wolf!—Gray shaft of death!
# Weird Tales/Volume 9/Issue 6/Advice

Advice
By Frank Belknap Long, Jr.
Down the stairs and up the street The kobolds go on silent feet; And two by two the Fears parade From portico to balustrade; And stealing from a hidden place The tiny goblins grin and race: Carouse, my friend, with such as these And shun the bloated things that wheeze!
# When the Leaves Come Out/Up From Your Knees

Up From Your Knees
(Air: "Song of a Thousand Years")
Up from your knees, ye cringing serfmen! What have ye gained by whines and tears? Rise! They can never break our spirits Though they should try a thousand years.
Chorus
A thousand years, then speed the victory! Nothing can stop us nor dismay. After the winter comes the springtime; After the darkness comes the day.
Break ye your chains, strike off your fetters; Beat them to swords, the foe appears . . Slaves of the world arise and crush him— Crush him or serve a thousand years.
Join in the fight—the Final Battle, Welcome the fray with ringing cheers. These are the times our fathers dreamed of Toiled to attain a thousand years.
Be ye prepared, be not unworthy, Greater the task when triumph nears. Master the earth, O men of labor . . , Long have ye learned—a thousand years!
Over the hills the sun is rising, Out of the gloom the light appears. See at your feet the world is waiting, Bought with your blood a thousand years.
# When the Leaves Come Out/Too Rotten Rank for Hell

TOO ROTTEN RANK FOR HELL
(Dedicated to the Journalistic Prostitutes of Capitalism)
The Devil stood, as a devil should, Near a pit of burning coals, And without a word his red imps stirred A stew of dead men's souls. And the caldron hubbled and bubbled and boiled, And the red imps hurried and scurried and toiled, And the vapors were whirling and curling that coiled From the stew of dead men's souls.
The soul of a witch and a red-eyed bitch That was born in a black eclipse. A detective or two, were thrown into the stew, And the Devil smacked his lips. A preacher, a pimp, and a boot-licking slave, A bugger, a slugger, a light-fingered knave, A "stool" and a ghoul who had opened a grave . . . And the Devil smacked his lips.
Said he "Make it rougher and ranker and tougher I am sick of the likes of these; So they brought a mine-guard with his yellow-leg pard . . . No, something still rottener, please "They're as shameless and nameless as any I meet, And as foul as I make 'em or take 'em to eat, But I now wish a lavishing, ravishing treat Of something still rottener, please."
So the red imps raced in hellish haste To seek for the very worst. And when in the stew this soul they threw . . . The Devil groaned and cursed . . . THAT . . . Newspaper-Truth-raper . . HERE . . . at THIS time . . . ! The lecherous, treacherous creature of slime . . . ! The vomit-brained harlot all scarlet with crime . . . !!! And the Devil groaned and cursed.
Now each poor imp has got to limp, Their bruises ache and swell, The soul they had was stinking bad— Too rotten rank for hell! And the caldron hubbled and bubbled and boiled, And the Devil's ravishing treat was spoiled, And he SHRANK from the vapors that curled and coiled— TOO ROTTEN RANK FOR HELL!
# When the Leaves Come Out/The West is Dead

THE WEST IS DEAD
What path is left for you to tread When Hunger-wolves are slinking near— Do you not know the West is dead?
The "blanket-stiff" now packs his bed Along the trails of yesteryear. What path is left for you to tread?
Your fathers, golden sunsets led To virgin prairies wide and clear. Do you not know the West is dead?
Now dismal cities rise instead And freedom is not there nor here— What path is left for you to tread?
Your fathers' world, for which they bled, Is fenced and settled far and near— Do you not know the West is dead?
Your fathers gained a crust of bread, Their bones bleach on the lost frontier; What path is left for you to tread— Do you not know the West is dead?
# When the Leaves Come Out/When the Leaves Come Out

WHEN THE LEAVES COME OUT
The hills are very bare and cold and lonely; I wonder what the future months will bring? The strike is on—our strength would win, if only— O, Buddy, how I'm longing for the spring!
They've got us down—their martial lines enfold us; They've thrown us out to feel the winter's sting, And yet, by God, those curs can never hold us, Nor could the dogs of hell do such a thing!
It isn't just to see the hills beside me Grow fresh and green with every growing thing; I only want the leaves to come and hide me, To cover up my vengeful wandering.
I will not watch the floating clouds that hover Above the birds that warble on the wing; I want to use this GUN from under cover— O, Buddy, hoI'm longing for the spring!
You see them there, below, the damned scab-herders! Those puppets on the greedy owners' string; We'll make them pay for all their dirty murders— We'll show them how a starving hate can sting!
They riddled us with volley after volley; We heard their speeding bullets zip and ring, But soon we'll make them suffer for their folly— Oh, Buddy, how I'm longing for the spring!
Paint Creek, W. Va., 1913
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Slave, the Nautch Girl and the Cobra

THE SLAVE, THE NAUTCH GIRL AND THE COBRA
From the Spanish
Leap! spring! writhing thing! This hooded serpent crawls Rhythmic at my command. Blaze burn! Great King! Now silent evening falls Over the pallid sand, The pallid sand . . . Come, wild one, twist and turn, Heed that my grace you earn, Haste that thy hate I learn, To madness fanned!
Bend! swing! laughing, sing! Madder the music make— Whirl like the wind and sway . . . ! More fleet . . . ! Great King, See how my heart will break, Love her none other may. None other may! Jeweled her tinkling feet, Red are her lips and sweet, Breasts where her girdles meet White as the moon are they . . . O, white are they!
Writhe! sting! deadly thing! Quick was his hooded head . . . Self slain in anguish grand. Ah! see! Great King, Behold him dead and still— Dead on the pallid sand . . .
What with the fire in me, Slave I can never be; See me, then, dead or free By my own hand!
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Warrior and the Beast

THE WARRIOR AND THE BEAST
Guerrero's dead! with radiant face he strode Into the seething maelstrom of your hate, And thronging thousands follow on the road To feed or crush the beast insatiate. For warriors die and glory in their fate And laugh at Death—at Death the desolate.
Guerrero dead? His name is dazzling light! For heroes slain are never heroes dead, They live to guide their brothers in the fight, And tyrants fear when armies thus are led. So take those ghastly laurels from your head, But see! Your hands are dripping, dripping red.
Guerrero lives! This man you cannot kill, His deathless life illuminates the east, His thousands quake your fastness on the hill; Live on! Live on! nor stop the blood-stained feast, A little longer live to learn at least That Mexico wants MEN, and not a BEAST.
Chicago, Illinois,
January the 22nd, 1911
The name "Guerrero" means "warrior" in Spanish. Porfirio Diaz is remembered commonly as "la vieja bestia"—the old beast.
# When the Leaves Come Out/What the Satyr Sang

WHAT THE SATYR SANG
A wild flood of images fills me, Dim pictures I cannot define; An ecstatic wonderment thrills me, A loveliness dream-like, divine; A maid in the mist-hazy heather— A world that can never be mine.
O maid of the mist-hazy heather, Diaphanous nymph of the night; O come, let us hasten together To some hidden vale of delight. The dark woods are dream-lands of shadow, The mist is the mantle of white.
Let us roam through the honey-sweet flowers As the scent-heavy petals unfold, Let us harvest a bright sheath of hours While the wet moon is circled with gold. Let us gambol and frolic and dally As we did on the hillsides of old.
A hot flood of eagerness fills me, More wond'rous than dream-working wine, The far call of memory thrills me; My hand groping blindly for thine . . . But the days of the Earth-Love have vanished— The world that can never be mine.
# When the Leaves Come Out/You Preachers of "Morals"

YOU PREACHERS OF "MORALS"
You bolster Exploitation with your creed Though blood upon its whiplash never dries. You do the work of hired thugs and spies; Like them you serve the System for your "feed." The World's great Wrong cries out: you do not heed, But drivel rot with heaven-uplifted eyes, Then creep away behind a cloud of lies To kiss the palsied hand of murderous Greed.
This is the work for which you get your pay: To keep the world unchanged in sullen "peace" Where serf-men toil at tasks that never cease, Heartbrokenly from bitter day to day— The Crime upheld by preachers and police Where Lust, unhindered, battens on its prey!
# Who's Who in the Far East/KAMADA, Yeikichi

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​ KAMADA, Yeikichi (TOKYO), President. of the Keiogijiku (private school); b. 1858, at Kii. Elected to Lower House, March, 1894; at one time held important post in service of Bank of Japan; has since bom Prosident of Keiogijiku. Address: Tokyo, Japan.
# Who's Who in the Far East/KATAYAMA, Kuniyoshi

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​ KATAYAMA, Kuniyoshi (TOKYO), Dr. of Medicine; b. Shizuoka-ken, July, 1855. Educ.: Austria and Germany, 1884-1888. Has been Professor of Tokyo University since 1888; is Vice-Chairman of '"Dojinkai," a medical association for befriending China and Corea. Address: Tokyo, Japan.
# Who's Who in the Far East/KANEKO, Baron Kentaro

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​ KANEKO, Baron Kentaro (TOKYO), LL.D.; Member of the Privy Council; b. Fukuoka, Feb., 1853. Educ.: Harvard University, U.S. Appointed Private Secretary to Marquis Ito when he was Prime Minister, 1885-1888, and when he was President of Privy Council, 1838-90; Chief Secretary of House of Peers, 1890; Vice-Mi nister of Agriculture;uul Commerce, 1891-96; cr. Baron, 1835; Minister of Agriculture and Commerce, April-June, 1898; Minister of Justice, Oct., 1900, to May, 19)1; on outbreak of war with Russia, was sent to U.S.A. as Japanese emissary; was granted LL.D. by Harvard University, and is President of " America's Friends "Society, composed of men who have been to America. Address: Tokyo, Japan.
# Who's Who in the Far East/KANO, Jigoro

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​ KANO, Jigoro (TOKYO), President of Tokyo Higher Normal School; b. llyogo, Oct., i860. Director and Professor of Peer's School, 1885; Director of Special Education Bureau, 1898; lias held present situation.since 1901; is a mnster of the art of "Jujitsn." Address: Tokyo, Japan.
# Who's Who in the Far East/KATO, Masayoshi

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​ KATO, Masayoshi (TOKYO), Vice-President of Nippon Yusen Kaisha (Japan Mail Steamship Co.); b. Feb., 1854. Was, for a considerable period, a clerk in the Hyogo Local Office; resigned to enter Nippon Ynsen Kaisha; elected Director of the Company, 1889; Managing Director, 1893. Address: Tokyo, Japan.
# Who's Who in the Far East/KAMIMURA, Vics-Admiral Hikonojo

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​ KAMIMURA, Vice-Admiral Hikonojo ( TOKYO ), Commander -in -Chief, Yoko.suka Station; b. at Satsuma, May 5, 1850. Was Captain of cruiser " Akitsushima " in Chino-Japanese War, 1894-1895; Captain of battleship, "Asahi," 1899; promoted Vice-Admiral, 1903; visited Australia with a training squadron in 19U3; on outbreak of Russo-Japanese War was appointed Cornmander-iu-Chief of 2nd Japanese Squadron, and sank the "Rurik," and seriously damaged the " Groinoboi" and the "Rossia," in the encounter off the eastern coast of Corea, Aug. 14, 1904; and later forced the "Novik" aground on Saghalien; appointed to present post, 1906. Address: Tokyo, Japan.
# Who's Who in the Far East/KATO, Baron Hiroyuki

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​ KATO, Baron Hiroyuki (TOKYO), LL.D., Member of House of Peers; b. Tajima, June, 1836. Until 1893 was President of Tokyo Imperial University; occupied present position since 1S90; one of the pioneer ​scholars of Western learning, and has aided materially in introducing Western Civilization to Japan; created Baron, 1900. Address: Tokyo, Japan.
# Who's Who in the Far East/KAIYEDA, Viscount Keizo

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​ KAIYEDA, Viscount Keizo (TOKYO), Privy Councillor; b. Satsuma, Feb., 1832. Was prominent in connection with Restoration; created Viscount, 1887. Address: Tokyo, Japan.
# Who's Who in the Far East/KAN-IN, Prince

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​ KAN-IN, Prince (TOKYO), General; b. Sept. 22, 1865; m. Princess Chiyeko, Dec. 19, 1891. Educ.: Japan and France. Appointed sub-Lieutenant of Cavalry in Japan, 1887; during Russo-Japanese war had supreme command of Cavalry Brigade attached to Marshal Oyama's army, with rank of Lieut.-Generl. Address: Tokyo, Japan.
# Who's Who in the Far East/KANAI, Noburu

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​ KANAI, Noburu ( TOKYO ), LL.D.; Professor of Tokyo University; b. 1865. Educ.: Germany, 1886-1890. Councillor of Financial Department, 1892-1898; has occupied present position since 1891. Address: Tokyo, Japan.
# Wuthering Heights (1st edition)/Volume 2/Title page

WUTHERING HEIGHTS
A NOVEL.
BY
ELLIS BELL.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
THOMAS CAUTLEY NEWBY, PUBLISHER,
72, MORTIMER St., CAVENDISH Sq.
1847.
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