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# Woman of the Century/Laura Dewey Bridgman

​BRIDGMAN, Miss Laura Dewey, blind deaf-mute, born in Hanover, N. H., 21st December, 1829, died in South Boston, Mass., 24th May, 1889. Her parents were Daniel and Harmony LAURA DEWEY BRIDGMAN. Bridgman. Laura was a delicate infant and subject to severe convulsions. Her health improved until she was two years old, at which age she was a very active and intelligent child, able to talk and ​familiar with some letters of the alphabet. As she was entering her third year, the family were smitten by the scarlet fever. Two older daughters died of the fever, and Laura was attacked by it For seven weeks she could not swallow solid food, and then both eyes and ears suppurated and her sight, hearing and sense of smell were totally destroyed. For a year she could not walk without support, and it was two years before she could sit up all day. When she was live years old, her health was once more perfect, and her mind, unaffected by her distressful affliction, began to crave food. She had forgotten the few words she knew when she was smitten. Her remaining sense, that of touch, grew very acute. Her mother taught her to sew, knit and braid. Communication with her was possible only by signs that could lie given by touch. She was an affectionate, hut self-willed, child. Dr. S. G. Howe, director of the Institution of the Blind in Boston, heard of her, and she was placed in his charge 9th October, 1837. Dr. Howe, assisted by Mrs. L. H. Morton, of Halifax, Mass., developed a special system of training that accomplished wonders. A manual alphabet was used, and Laura learned to read and write in sixteen months, having acquired a considerable vocabulary. Her intellect developed rapidly, and she learned mathematical operations to a limited extent. Her case attracted a great deal of attention, and the system of instruction developed by Dr. Howe in her case was applied successfully to other children similarly deprived of their senses. Laura had no conception of religion up to her twelfth year, as her instructors purposely refrained from giving her any ideas of God until she was old enough to take a correct idea. She could not, as has been asserted, distinguish color by feeling. Laura was visited by many prominent persons, among whom were Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney and Charles Dickens. The " Notes on America " mention Mr. Dickens' visit. George Combe, of Scotland, visited Laura in 1842, and at his suggestion arrangements were made to keep a full record of everything connected with the remarkable girl. By dint of training she learned to speak many words. Her imagination developed more slowly than any other faculty, and her moral ideas were perceptibly different, in some phases, from those of ordinary persons. Her education is fully recorded in Mary Swift Lawson's "Life and Education of Laura Dewey Bridgman," published in 1881.
# Woman of the Century/Laura Jacinta Rittenhouse

​RITTENHOUSE, Mrs. Laura Jacinta, temperance worker, author and poet, Born in a pleasant home on the forest- crowned hills in Pulaski county, Ill., near the Ohio river, 30th April, LAURA JACINTA RITTENHOUSE. 1841. She is a daughter of Dr. Daniel Arter. From her parents she inherited her tastes and talent for literature. Her education was received in the schools of the sparsely settled country, but she supplemented her deficient schooling by earnest self-culture and wide reading. She became the wife, on 31st December, 1863, of Wood Rittenhouse, a prominent business man and honored citizen of Cairo, Ill. Their family numbers one daughter and four sons. The daughter is a promising writer, who recently won £1,000 for an original story, and who is also president of the Young Woman's Christian Temperance Union of Cairo. Of the sons, the oldest is an electrician, the second a physician, the third a business man, the fourth a high-school boy, and all are energetic and industrious, total abstainers and free from the use of tobacco or narcotics of any kind. After her marriage, for many years, Mrs. Rittenhouse was able to spare but little time for literary work, but during the past three or four years she has been a frequent contributor to magazines and newspapers. Her best work is done in her short stories. She is a skillful maker of plots, and all her stories are carefully wrought out to their logical ending. Her warmest interest has for years been given to the work of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union, and for that body and its great cause she has toiled and written unceasingly. She was the first president of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union of Cairo, serving in that office for many years. She was elected district president of that organization for four consecutive years, and for the past five years she has served as district treasurer. She was secretary of the Social Science Association in Cairo so long as it was in existence. She served as secretary of the Centennial Association in Cairo, and also as secretary of the Cairo Protestant Orphan Asylum, besides acting as manager of the asylum for many years. She served a year as secretary of the Cairo Women's Library Club. For three years she was president of the Presbyterian Woman's Aid Society in Cairo. She was one of the vice-presidents of the Red Cross Society in Cairo. Her life is a busy one, and her latest work in literary fields gives promise of valuable results.
# Woman of the Century/Laura Andrews Rhodes

​RHODES, Mrs. Laura Andrews, musician and opera singer, born in Casey, Ill., 1st October, 1854. She is the second oldest daughter of Rev. J. R. and Delilah Andrews, the parents of the Andrews family, of which the well-known Andrews Opera Company is mainly composed. LAURA ANDREWS RHODES. She possesses in a remarkable degree the musical ability which is the heritage of the Andrews family. She has a lyric soprano voice of great purity, richness and compass Among her instructors were Prof. W. N. Burritt, of Chicago, Prof. Lowenthal, of the Paris Conservatory, and Madam Corani, of the Conservatory of Milan. She began her stage career with the Andrews Concert Company at the age of seventeen. Soon after, she became the wife of F. B. Rhodes, a druggist, who, at one of their entertainments, became enamored of her voire and speedily thereafter of herself. They were married within six months after the first meeting. Since their marriage Mr. Rhodes has been connected with the opera company from time to time as business manager. When, a few years later, the Andrews family organized as the Andrews Swiss Bell Ringers, Mrs. Rhodes was the soprano bell ringer, becoming famous in that capacity. When the present Andrews Opera Company was organized. Mrs. Rhodes took the leading rdles ana for years was their prima donna, scoring success every- where and winning applause in nearly every State in the Union. In 1890 the constant strain of daily singing and the weariness of incessant travel brought on a severe attack of nervous prostration, from which she made a very tardy recovery. Although thus compelled to abandon the stage for a time, she has not been idle, but has been busily engaged in vocal teaching and in special solo work in the various Chautauqua assemblies of the Northwest
# Woman of the Century/Laura Davis Worley

​WORLEY, Mrs. Laura Davis, dairy farmer, was born in Nashville, Tenn. She is a descendant of Frederick Davis, one of the original settlers of Nashville. She was graduated at the age of sixteen from St. Cecilia's Convent, in Nashville, where she laid the foundation of a liberal education and devoted much time to the study of music, painting and the French language. After leaving school she continued her studies with private teachers. LAURA DAVIS WORLEY. She traveled much in the United States and Canada. She became the wife of Frank E. Worley. a banker, of Ellettsville, Ind. where she now lives. Mr. Worley is a large land-owner. Finding the need of occupation and amusement in a little country village, Mrs. Worley turned her attention to dairy farming. She owns a large herd of Holstein and Jersey cattle and makes a high grade of butter. She has been secretary of the Indiana State Dairy Association since its organization, and is a writer on subjects connected with dairying in all its branches. She is a member of the World's Fair Congress Auxiliary in the labor department, vice-president of the Indiana Farmers' Reading Circle, and a member of the advisory board of the National Farmers' Reading Circle. She is interested in all that pertains to bettering the condition of the farmer's life socially and financially. She is a woman of energy and finds time to entertain in her home many of the gifted and cultured people of the day. She is a member of the executive committee of the World's Fair Managers for Indiana.
# Woman of the Century/Laura Emeline Newell

​NEWELL, Mrs. Laura Emellne, song-writer, born in New Marlborough, Mass., 5th February, 1854. She is a daughter of Edward A. Pixley and Anna Laura Pixley. Her mother died when Laura was only a few days old, and the child was adopted by her aunt, Mrs. E. H. Emerson, of New York City. LAURA EVELINE NEWELL. Her home is in Zeandale, Kans. Her husband is an architect and builder, and he works at his trade. Her family consists of six children, and in spite of her onerous domestic cares Mrs Newell has been and now is a most prolific writer of songs and poems. She began to write poetry at an early age, publishing when she was fourteen years old. Many of her early productions appeared in local papers. Her first attempt to enter a broader field was made in "Arthur's Magazine." Several of her songs were set to music and published by eastern houses, and since their appearance she has devoted herself mainly to the writing of songs for sacred or secular music. During the past decade she has written over two-thousand poems and songs, which have been published. Besides those, she h.is written enough verse to fill a volume, which she is keeping for future publication. In the year 1890 several hundreds of her productions were published in various forms. She writes in all veins, but her particular liking is for sacred ​songs. Her work as a professional song-writer is very exacting, but she has a peculiar combination of talents that enables her to do quickly and well whatever is required of her Of late she is composing music to a limited extent She also adapts words to music for composers. In 1891 a Chicago house published a children's day service of hers, entitled "Gems for His Crown," over eighteen-thousand copies of which were readily sold. In 1892 the same firm accepted three services of hers, "Grateful Offerings to Our King," a children's day service, "Harvest Sheaves," for Thanksgiving or harvest home exercises, and "The Prince of Peace," a Christmas service.
# Woman of the Century/Laura A. Woodin Le Valley

​LE VALLEY, Mrs. Laura A. Woodin, lawyer, born in Granville, N. Y., and was the only daughter of Daniel and Sarah Palmer Woodin. Her girlhood was spent in Romeo, Mich., where she attended an institute of that place, and afterwards she became a student in Falley Seminary, Fulton, N. Y. LAURA A. WOODIN LE VALLEY. She made a specialty of music, and entered Sherwood's Musical Academy, Lyons, N. Y., from which she was graduated. She soon gained the reputation of a thorough instructor in instrumental music. Finding her services in demand in her father's office, she was appointed a notary public, and assisted him for several years, especially in the prosecution of United States claims. During that time she had much business experience and began the study of stenography. She commenced to study law, and, encouraged by her father, entered the law department of the University of Michigan in the fall of 1880, from which she was graduated in the class of 1882. She was a faithful student, made rapid progress, and had barely entered upon the work of the senior year, when she applied for admission to the bar, stood a rigid examination in open court, and was admitted to practice before the supreme court of Michigan on November 12th, 1881. In the law school she first met her future husband, D. W. LeValley, from the State of New York, then a senior in the law department in the class of 1881. Mr. LeValley opened an office in Saginaw, Mich., where they have resided since their marriage, on December 28th, 1882. For five years after her marriage she gave close attention to office work, her husband attending to matters in court, and they have built up a profitable business. Since the birth of her daughter, Florence E., the nature of her employment has been somewhat changed She is now the mother of two daughters. Since her marriage she, and her husband who is the author of the historical chart entitled "The Royal Family of England," have spent nearly all their spare time in reading, chiefly history. Mrs. LeValley is a member of the Congregational Church, and for years was an active worker in the Sunday-school of that denomination.
# Woman of the Century/Laura De Force Gordon

​LAURA DE FORCE GORDON. GORDON, Mrs. Laura De Force, lawyer and journalist, was born in 1840. Her first ambition was in the line of journalism, and in that she soon succeeded, becoming, in 1873, the editor and publisher of the "Daily Leader" of Stockton, Cal., which she afterward continued as the "Daily Democrat" in Oakland, Cal. While attending the session of the California legislature, in 1877, for the purpose of reporting its proceedings for her paper, Mrs. Gordon, together with Mrs. Knox Goodrich, Laura Watkins and Mrs. Wall is, assisted in the preparation of a bill asking the legislature to allow the admission of women to the bar. That bill was known as "The Woman Lawyer's Bill." When it was presented to the legislature, a long and acrimonious debate took place, in which Mrs. Gordon bore a spirited and brilliant part, and the bill was finally passed. At the same session the legislature founded the Hastings College of Law. Mrs. Gordon decided to become a lawyer, and, when that institution was opened, she applied for admission, but was excluded. Together with Mrs. Foltz, another law student, she brought a writ of mandamus, which was successful, and a year later both women were admitted. Mrs. Gordon was a diligent student and, in 1879, was admitted to the bar. She immediately began the practice of her profession in San Francisco, where she remained for five years. She was admittted to the bar of the United States Supreme Court, 3rd February, 1887, being the second woman allowed to plead before that high court. She is now located in Stockton, Cal.
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Red Feast

THE RED FEAST
Go fight, you fools, your needless, gainless strife And spill each others guts upon the field! Serve unto death the men you served in life So that their wide dominions may not yield.
Stand by the flag—the lie that still allures— Lay down your lives for land you do not own. And give unto a war that is not yours Your gory tithe of mangled flesh and bone.
Ah, slaves, you fight your masters' battles well— The reek of rotting carnage fills the air! Your swollen bodies yield their noisome smell, Sweet incense to the ghouls who sent you there . . .
A feast of mothers' pain is here laid low For swarming insects hovering on high. Grey rats, red muzzled through the trenches go Where your death-tortured features face the sky.
The maggots riot now on rotting men. The grass is greener than it was before. But as the dead cannot return again The ones who live must wage another war.
So stagger back, you stupid dupes who've "won", Back to your stricken towns to toil anew, For there your dismal tasks are still undone, And grim Starvation gropes again for you.
What matters now your flag, your race, the skill Of scattered legions—what has been the gain? Once more beneath the lash you must distil Your lives to glut a glory wrought of pain.
In peace they starve you to your loathsome toil, In war they drive you to the teeth of Death; And when your life-blood soaks into their soil They give you lies to choke your dying breath.
So will they smite your blind eyes till you see, And lash your naked backs until you know That wasted blood can never set you free From fettered thralldom to the Common Foe.
Then you will find that "Nation" is a name; That boundaries are things that don't exist; That Labor's bondage, worldwide, is the same, And ONE the enemy it must resist!
1914
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Alarm

THE ALARM
From the blackness of Toil's degradation In the mine and the mill and the farm, O'er the gulf of a dead generation Comes the newly-born voice of Alarm.
'Tis the voice of the dead in the living, An appeal to the brain and the arm, 'Tis the voices of murdered men giving New life to the cry of Alarm.
Though the Tyrant is glutted and lustful, And protected by law's mystic charm, Yet his slumbering slaves are distrustful, They have hearkened and heard the Alarm.
And he fears that his power is shaken That was mighty to maim and to harm; That his serf-men who slept will awaken At the Call of Revolt—the Alarm;
That his world with its bleak desolation Will be shattered by Labor's strong arm; That the slumbering slaves of the nation Will UNITE at the sound of Alarm.
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Mine Guard

THE MINE GUARD
You cur! How can you stand so calm and still And careless while your Brothers strive and bleed? What hellish, cruel, crime-polluted creed Has taught you thus to do your master's will? Whose traitor dole has damned your soul until You lick his boots and fawn to do his deed— You pander to his lust of boundless greed And guard him while his cohorts crush and kill?
Your sneaking crimes are like a rotten flood— The beating, raping, murdering you've done— You sycophantic coward with a gun: The worms would scorn your carcass in the mud; A bitch would blush to hail you as a son— You loathsome outcast, red with human blood!
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Eunuch

THE EUNUCH
(To those who will not, dare not, cannot—rebel.)
Once a Eunuch by the palace In the fading sunset glow, Felt the warm soft breezes blow; Watched the fair girls of the harem Idly saunter to and fro.
Saw he beauty young and lavish Fierce to lure man's every sense . . . , (Grim the Eunuch stood and tense.) Laughingly the sparkling fountain Mocked his bleak incompetence.
Came the Sultan from his hunting Flaming with the zest of life; (Laid aside were spear and knife;) Came for wine and song and feasting, Came to seek his fairest wife.
Opened then the marble portals; Fragrant incense filled the air, (Sandalwood and roses rare,) While the girls with red-lipped languor Scattered flowers everywhere.
Far away the fabled mountains (Like some paradise of old) Glowed with lavender and gold; Tense the Eunuch stood and silent— Tense and sullen, tense and cold.
Now a quick impotent fury Lashed him like a bronze-tipped cord. Sprang he at the youthful lord; Sprang again with blade all bloody . . . (Famished lust and dripping sword!)
Jackals trotted forth to bark. (Murder shuddered, still and stark . . . ) By the palace ceased the fountain And the whole grey world grew dark.
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Ghost Walks

The Ghost Walks
I wonder if you understand Why people always say, "The ghost is walking" when you go To get your hard-earned pay? About this thing your "pay," my lads, I've got a word to say: 'Tis but a "ghost" that flits about And always flies away.
It's true that with your horny hands You labor every day, Yet you get nothing but a "ghost" To keep the wolf away. You house the world and clothe the world And feed the world each day, Yet you get nothing but a "ghost" To keep the wolf away.
Your bosses are well-fed and fat, Their smiles are blithe and gay. They do not rob you with a gun,— They have a better way. They have a better way, my lads,— They give a "ghost" for pay; You toil and moil because you must, They rob because they may.
You see, the boss gives you a "job." You get so much per day, But you produce far more, my lads, Than ever comes your way. And of this "product of your toil," (I'm very sad to say) You give the "body" to the boss And keep the "ghost" for "pay".
But should you wish to change all this, On some bright First of May Demand your product on the job The One Big Union way. That is your rightful pay, my lads,— The only "honest" pay; The boss will then become the "ghost" And soon he'll "walk" away.
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Prawblem Sawlver

THE PRAWBLEM SAWLVER
His pink fingers are SO pretty, And he has a bright and witty Lofty brow! Seems to think that we are slighting All the wrongs we're really righting, And that he does all the fighting, Telling how.
In a condescending manner, He adopts the worker's banner As his own. He descends in to the gutter, Where we sweat for bread and butter Saying things we COULD NOT utter All alone.
While we work he does the grunting, Always there for glory hunting, Large or small. Has there been a row—he led it, Some wise word?—old high-brow said it, And he always hogs the credit For it all.
When WE speak it is with terror, Lest an inadvertent error He detect. Count the foibles he abolished, All the gods he has demolished— And his language is SO polished And correct!
Still I'm sure our friend so scathing Loves our movement—as a plaything New and rare. He delights to solve each puzzle That our common brains befuzzle, And to pry his yellow muzzle Everywhere.
We rejoice that he can love us From the windy realms above us Where he flies. We poor dubs would never doubt him, Not a single thing about him, But how CAN we live without him When he dies?
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Commonwealth of Toil

THE COMMONWEALTH OF TOIL
(Air: "Nellie Grey")
In the gloom of mighty cities, Mid the roar of whirling wheels, We are toiling on like chattel slaves of old, And our masters hope to keep us Ever thus beneath their heels. And to coin our very life-blood into gold.
CHORUS
But we have a glowing dream Of how fair the world will seem When each man can live his life secure and free. When the earth is owned by Labor And there's joy and peace for all In the Commonwealth of Toil that is to be.
They would keep us cowed and beaten Cringing meekly at their feet. They would stand between each worker and his bread. Shall we yield our lives up to them For the bitter crusts we eat? Shall we only hope for heaven when we're dead?
They have laid our lives out for us To the utter end of time. Shall we stagger on beneath their heavy load? Shall we let them live forever In their gilded halls of crime With our children doomed to toil beneath their goad?
When our cause is all triumphant And we claim our Mother Earth, And the nightmare of the present fades away, We shall live with Love and Laughter, We, who now are little worth, And we'll not regret the price we have to pay.
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Jungle Stream

THE JUNGLE STREAM
Dull fog—grey veil enfolding all, Dim buildings, lurid sunbeam kissed, A skyline rising into mist Where coiling vapors writhe and twist And dismal dun-toned shadows fall.
Grim tugs that plow the grimy stream With waves cut fanwise by the keel; A bridge, etched bold in lines of steel And smudged with swarming crowds that reel Like dizzy phantoms through a dream.
Damp breeze that brings a fetid smell, A roar that waxes loud and lulls. Far down below the grey-wing gulls Soar round the gloomy steamer hulls, All blurred within a hazy hell.
The clanging clamour swells afar; The strife-worn mobs rush madly by; The ghostly city towers high, But, distant in the fading sky, In holy silence gleams one star.
# When the Leaves Come Out/The Kanawha Striker

THE KANAWHA STRIKER
Good God! Must I now meekly bend my head And cringe back to that gloom I know so well? Forget the wrongs my tongue may never tell, Forget the plea they silenced with their lead, Forget the hillside strewn with murdered dead Where once they drove me—mocked me when I fell All black and bloody by their holes of hell, While all my loved ones wept uncomforted?
Is this the land my fathers fought to own— Here where they curse me—beaten and alone? But God, it's cold! My children sob and cry! Shall I go back into the mines and wait, And lash the conflagration of my hate— Or shall I stand and fight them till I die?