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# Woman in the Golden Ages

Copyright, 1901, by The Century Co. ——— Published October, 1901. THE DIVINE PRESS
TO THE REPRESENTATIVE WOMEN OF TO-DAY
Contents :
| Preface | vii |
| Introduction | xiii |
| Woman in Greek Poetry | 1 |
| Sappho and the First Woman's Club | 25 |
| Glimpses of the Spartan Woman | 51 |
| The Athenian Woman, Aspasia, and the First Salon | 69 |
| Revolt of the Roman Women | 105 |
| The "New Woman" of Old Rome | 137 |
| Some Famous Women of Imperial Rome | 167 |
| Marcella, Paula, and the first convent | 205 |
| The Learned Woman of the Renaissance | 241 |
| The Literary Courts and Platonic Love | 291 |
| Salon and Woman's Club | 353 |
| Index | |
# Woman in Art/Preface

WOMAN IN ART
The Evolution of Character and Beauty
"Beauty is the splendor of goodness."—Plato.
Those words were penned 427 B. C. Has the statement reached its fulfillment? Only in part, you say. True, neither goodness nor its resultant beauty have reached the ultimate. It has been left for the twentieth century to reach for it with heart-longing; the goodness and beauty have to wait on the twenty-fifth, the fiftieth, and oncoming centuries to unfold the richness of their meaning.
The philosopher had his observation and criterion to go by; let us see for ourselves what the early and Christian centuries show of this unfolding truth.
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# Woman in Art/Foreword

FOREWORD
The desire in penning these pages is to present art in its practical application to life, character building, culture, as seen in retrospect of the pageant of art development through past ages to the present century. It is not a history of art in its entirety, but tends to represent the development of woman from the primitive age as we first discover her, and to use that discovery and its era as the zero mark from which to note her development and progress in our world of today.
Nor is it the purpose to trace illustrative progress by "schools," so called, but rather by individuals and epochs that have proved to be history-making, and influential, even in small ways, toward the universal progress in art and the uplift of the world.
Beauty in art is, and must ever be, more than a delight to the eye. The evolution of character and beauty, hence the uplifting of the race, has been recorded in the world's art from remotest ages, and it is the sequence of such unfolding that we have attempted to follow.
Like family history, such art is interesting to look back upon, and like family history it has its ups and downs, its high lights and shadows, its pride and humiliation. In slight suggestions the subject thus treated measures the bygones to our present, and gives an optimistic view of the future of our race.
Art is no small factor in the record of advancement. It is cause and effect, reactionary on human development, and it is our aim to show the work and influence of woman in this development, although the dark and forbidding cold of ignorance and adverse circumstances, has retarded the full flowering and fruition of her sacred mission.
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# Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/A Trapper's Story

A TRAPPER'S STORY.
    "Twas a moonlight night," the trapper began,
       As we lay by the bright camp-fire, —
    " Come, fill up your pipes, and pile on the brands,
       And gather a little nigher,—
    "'Twas a moonlight night when Bet and I —
       Bet, she's the old mare, you know —
    Started for camp on our lonely route,
       O'er the dreary waste of snow.
    "I had been to the 'clearing' that afternoon
       For powder and ball, and whiskey too;
    For game was plenty, furs in demand,
       And plenty of hunting and trapping to do.
    "I had no fear of the danger that lurked
       In the region through which my journey lay,
    Till Bet of a sudden pricked up her ears,
       And sniffed the air in a curious way.
    "I knew at once what the danger was
       As Bet struck out at a 'forty gait:
    'Twas life or death for the mare and me,
       And all I could do was to trust to fate.
    "Wolves on our track, ten miles from home!
       A pleasant prospect that, — eh, boys?
    I could see them skulking among the trees,
       And the woods re-echoed their hideous noise.
    "At last, as their numbers began to swell,
       They bolder grew, and pressed us close:
    So ' Old Pill-Driver' I brought to bear,
       And gave the leader a leaden dose.
    "Now, you must know, if you draw the blood
       On one of the sneaking, ravenous crew,
    The rest will turn on the double-quick,
       And eat him up without more ado.
    "This gave me a chance to load my gun,
       With just a moment to breathe and rest;
    When on they came! a-gaining fast,
       Though Bet was doing her level best.
    "I began to think it was getting hot.
       'Pill-Driver,' says I, ' this will never do:
    Talk to 'em again!' You bet she did;
       And right in his tracks lay number two.
    "Well, boys, to make a long story short,
       I picked them off till but one was left;
    But he was a whopper, you'd better believe, —
       A reg'lar mammoth in size and heft.
    "Yes, he was the last of the savage pack;
       For, as they had followed the nat'ral law,
    They had eaten each other as fast as they fell,
       Till all were condensed in his spacious maw."
# Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/A Zoological Romance

A ZOOLOGICAL ROMANCE.
Inspired by an Unusual Flow of Animal Spirits.
    No sweeter girl ewe ever gnu
    Than Betty Marten's daughter Sue.
    With sable hare, small tapir waist,
    And lips you'd gopher miles to taste;
    Bright, lambent eyes, like the gazelle,
    Sheep pertly brought to bear so well;
    Ape pretty lass, it was avowed,
    Of whom her marmot to be proud.
    Deer girl! I loved her as my life,
    And vowed to heifer for my wife.
    Alas! a sailor, on the sly,
    Had cast on her his wether eye—-
    He said my love for her was bosh,
    And my affection I musquash.
    He'd dog her footsteps everywhere,
    Anteater in the easy-chair.
    He'd setter round, this sailor chap,
    And pointer out upon the map
    The spot where once a cruiser boar
    Him captive to a foreign shore.
    The cruel captain tar outdid
    The yaks and crimes of Robert Kid.
    He oft would whale Jack with the cat,
    And say," My buck, doe you like that?
    "What makes you stag around so, say!
    The catamounts to something, hey?"
    Then he would seal it with an oath,
    And say, "You are a lazy sloth!
    "I'll starve you down, my sailor fine,
    Until for beef and porcupine!"
    And, fairly horse with fiendish laughter,
    Would say, " Henceforth, mind what giraffe ter!"
    In short, the many risks he ran
    Might well a llama braver man.
    Then he was wrecked and castor shore
    While feebly clinging to anoa;
    Hyena cleft among the rocks
    He crept, sans shoes and minus ox;
    And when he fain would goat to bed,
    He had to lion leaves instead.
    Then Sue would say, with troubled face,
    "How koodoo live in such a place?"
    And straightway into tears would melt,
    And say," How badger must have felt!"
    While he, the brute, woodchuck her chin,
    And say, " Aye-aye, my lass!" and grin.
    Excuse these steers. . . . It's over now;
    There's naught like grief the hart can cow.
    Jackass'd her to be his, and she—
    She gave Jackal and jilted ine.
    And now, alas! the little minks
    Is bound to him with Hymen's lynx.
# Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/Der Drummer

DER DRUMMER.
    Who puts oup at der pest hotel,
    Und dakes his oysders on der schell,
    Und mit der frauleins cuts a schwell
          Der drummer.
    Who vas it gomes indo mine schtore,
    Drows down his pundles on der vloor,
    Und nefer schtops to shut der door!
          Der drummer.
    Who dakes me py der handt, und say,
    "Hans Pfeiffer, how you vas to-day?"
    Und goes for peesness righdt avay?
          Der drummer.
    Who shpreads his zamples in a trice,
    Und dells me, "Look, und see how nice"?
    Und says I gets "der bottom price"?
          Der drummer.
    Who dells how sheap der goots vas bought,
    Mooch less as vot I gould imbort,
    But lets dem go as he vas "short"?
          Der drummer.
    Who says der tings vas eggstra vine, —
    "Vrom Sharmany, ubon der Rhine," —
    Und sheats me den dimes oudt off nine?
          Der drummer.
    Who varrants all der goots to suit
    Der gustomers ubon his route,
    Und ven dey gomes dey vas no goot?
          Der drummer.
    Who gomes aroundt ven I been oudt,
    Drinks oup mine bier, and eats mine kraut,
    Und kiss Katrina in der mout'?
          Der drummer.
    Who, ven he gomes again dis vay,
    Vill hear vot Pfeiffer has to say,
    Und mit a plack eye goes avay?
          Der drummer.
# Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/A Tough Customer

A TOUGH CUSTOMER.
    Tis a story of a toper:
       I knew him passing well,—
    A shoemaker in Natick,
       Which is oftentimes called — well-
    Of course you've heard the story;
       So I will not stop to tell.
    He was the hardest drinker
       For many miles around;
    Though, as a waggish chap remarked,
       "Hard drinker! I'll be bound
    He drinks about as easy
       As any man I've found!"
    There chanced to be a "sample-room"
       Close by his little shop,
    In which, "just to be neighborly,"
    He frequently would drop,
       And "take a little something warm,"
    From gin to gin-gei pop.
    One day he went as usual;
       And, finding no one in,
    He spied upon the counter
       What he supposed was gin,
    And straightway took a "nipper"
       From the bottle it was in.
    Surveying, a la connoisseur,
       The name the bottle bore,
    He found 'twas aquafortis,
       Which he had taken "raw," —
    "A brand," quoth he, "I ne'er did see,
       And never drank before."
    Just then his neighbor happened in;
       And, tremulous with fear,
    (The bottle told the story,)
       He asked if he felt queer,
    And if he'd have a doctor called,
       As one was living near.
    "Don't worry," said the shoemaker:
       "I'm all'right, I believe.
    There's but one thing that's curious:
       I really can't conceive
    Why, when I wipe my mouth, it burns
       A hole right through my sleeve!"
# Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/Der Deutscher's Maxim

DER DEUTSCHER'S MAXIM.
    Dheke vas vot you call a maxim
       Dot I hear der oder day,
    Und I wride id in mine album,
       So id don'd could got avay;
    Und I dells mine leedle Yawcob
       He moost mind vot he's aboudt;
    "'Tis too late to lock der shtable
       Vhen der horse he vas gone oudt."
    Vhen I see ubon der corners
       Off der shtreets, most efry night,
    Der loafers und der hoodlums,
       Who do nix but shvear und fight,
    I says to mine Katrina,
       "Let us make home bright und gay;
    Ve had petter lock der shtable,
       So our colts don'd got avay."
    Vhen you see dhose leedle urchins,
       Not mooch ofer knee-high tall,
    Shump righdt indo der melon-patch,
       Shust owf der garden vall,
    Und vatch each leedle rashkell
       Vhen he cooms hack mit hees "boodle,"
    Look oudt und lock your shtable,
       So your own nag don'd shkydoodle!
    Vben der young man at der counter
       Vants to shpecgulate in shtocks,
    Und buys hees girl some timond rings,
       Und piles righdt oup der rocks,
    Look oudt for dot young feller;
       Id vas safe enuff to say
    Dot der shtable id vas empty,
       Und der horse vas gone avay.
    Dhen dake Time by der fetlock:
       Don'd hurry droo life's courses;
    Rememper vot der boet says,
       "Life's but a shpan"—off horses.
    Der poy he vas der comin' man;
       Be careful vhile you may;
    Shust keep der shtable bolted,
       Und der horse don'd got avay.
# Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/Dee Coming Man

DEE COMING MAN
    I vant some invormashun, shust so qvickly vot
    I can, How I shall pring mine Yawcob oup to been der coming man,
    For efery day id seem to me der brosbect look der harder
    To make dot coming man imbrove ubon dot going fader.
    'Tvas beddher he vas more like me, a Deutscher blain und rude,
    As to been abofe hees peesnis und grown oup to been a dude.
    I doil'd oxshbect dot poy off mine a Vashington to be,
    Und schop mit hadchets all aronndt ubon mine abbledree,
    So he can let der coundtry know he echmardter vas as I,
    Und got scheap adverdising dot he don'd could dell a lie:
    Mine Yawcob lets der drees alone undil der fruit dhey bear,
    Und dhen dot feller he looks oudt und gets der lion's share.
    Some say 'tvas beddher dot you teach der young ideas to shoot;
    Veil, I dink dis aboudt id: dot advice id vas no goot!
    Dot poy vonce dook hees broder oudt und dhey blay Yilliam Tell,
    Budt Yawcob vas no shooter—he don'd do id pooty veil;
    Dot arrow don'd go droo der core, budt id vent pooty near—
    Shust near enough to miss id und go droo hees broder's ear.
    He dravels mit hees buysickle in efery kind off redder,
    Und dough he vas a demperance poy, somedimes he dakes a "header":
    I don'd know shust oxactly vot dot vas—'tis vorse as bier—
    Shust like he shtrike a cyglone und valk righdt off on his ear!
    I ask von time aboudt id, budt dot poy he only grumble,
    Und say I beddher try id vonce, dhen maybe I vould "tumble."
    Dot Yawcob says dot ve vas boor, vmd he vants to be richer,
    Und dot der coming man must been a virsd-glass pase-pall pitcher;
    He say he must be "shtriking oudt" und try und "make a hit,"
    Und dells me I vas "off mine pase" vhen I makes fun off it;
    Vhen I say he soon must baddle hees canoe "oudt on der schwim,"
    He say dot von off Hanlan's shells vas goot enough for him.
    Dot Shakesbeer say aboudt der son dot's brofligate und vild:
    "How sharper as a serpent's thanks vas been der toothless shild!"
    (I got dot leedle dwisted; I mean dot thankless youth
    He cuts hees poor oldt fader more as a serpent's tooth.)
    Und dhen der broverb dells us dot der shild he must obey,
    Und dot eef you should shpare der rod you shpoil him righdt avay.
    Vell, Yawcob he vas pooty goot—I guess I don'd gomblain,
    I somedimes vish, mineself, dot I vas been a poy again.
    I lets him blay mit pase-pall, und dake headers vhile he can.
    I prings him oup mit kindness, und I risk der coming man.
    Let neighbor Pfeiffer use der shtick, vhile Otto howls und dances;
    I'll shpoil der rod und shpare der shild, I dink, und dake der shances.
# Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/Der Oak Und Der Vine

DER OAK UND DER VINE
    I Don'd vas preaching voman's righdts,
       Or anyding like dot,
    Und I likes to see all beoples
       Shust gondented mit dheir lot;
    Budt I vants to gondradict dot shap
       Dot made dis leedle shoke:
    "A voman vas der glinging vine,
       Und man der shturdy oak."
    Berhaps, somedimes, dot may be drue,
       Budt, den dimes oudt off nine,
    I find me oudt dot man himself
       Vas been der glinging vine;
    Und vhen hees friendts dhey all vas gone,
       Und he vas shust "tead proke,"
    Dot's vhen der voman shteps righdt in,
       Und been der shturdy oak.
    Shust go oup to der paseball groundta
       Und see dhose " shturdy oaks"
    All planted roundt ubon der seats—
       Shust hear dheir laughs und shokes!
    Dhen see dhose vomens at der tubs,
       Mit glothes oudt on der lines:
    Vhich vas der shturdy oaks, mine frendts,
       Und vhich der glinging vines?
    Vhen Sickness in der householdt comes,
       Und veeks und veeks he shtays,
    Who vas id fighdts him mitoudt resdt,
       Dhose veary nighdts und days?
    Who beace und gomfort alvaya prings,
       Und cools dot fefered prow?
    More like id vas der tender vine
       Dot oak he glings to now.
    "Man vants budt leedle here pelow,"
       Der boet von time said;
    Dhere's leedle dot man he don'd vant,
       I dink id means, inshted;
       Uud vhen der years keep rolling on,
    Dheir cares und droubles pringing,
       He vants to pe der shturdy oak,
    Und, also, do der glinging.
    Maype, vhen oaks dhey gling some more,
       Und don'd so shturdy been,
    Der glinging vines dhey haf some shance
       To helb run Life's masheen.
    In helt und sickness, shoy und pain,
       In calm or shtormy veddher,
    'Tvas beddher dot dhose oaks und vines
       Should alvays gliug togeddher.
# Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/Der Shpider Und Der Fly

DER SHPIDER UND DER FLY.
    I reads in Yawcob's shtory book,
       A couple veeks ago,
    Von fired-rade boem, vot I dinks
       Der beoples all should know.
    Id ask dis goot conundhrum, too,
       Vich ve should brofit by:
    "' Vill you indo mine barlor valk ?'
       Says der shpider off der fly."
    Dot set me dinking, righdt avay,
       Und vhen, von afdernoon,
    A shbeculator he cooms in,
       Und dells me, pooty soon,
    He haf a silfer mine to sell,
       Und ask me eef I puy,
    I dink off der oxberience
       Off dot plue-pottle fly.
    Der oder day, vhen on der cars
       I vent py Nie Yorck, oudt,
    I meets a fraulein on der train,
       Who dold me, mit a pout,
    She likes der Deutscher shentlemens,
       Und dells me sit peside her—
    I dinks, inaype, I vas der fly,
       Und she vas peen der shpider.
    I vent indo der shmoking - car,
       Vhere dhey vas blaying boker,
    Und also haf somedings dhey calls
       Der funny " leedle joker."
    Some money id vas shanging hands,
       Dhey wanted me to try—
    I says, "You vas too brevious;
       I don'd vas peen a fly!"
    On Central Park a shmardt young man
       Says, "Strauss, bow vas you peen?"
    Und dake me kindly py der hand,
       Und ask off mine Katrine.
    He vants to shange a feefty bill,
       Und says hees name vas Schneider—
    Maype, berhaps he vas all righdt;
       More like he vas a shpider.
    Mosd efry day some shvindling chap,
       He dries hees leedle game;
    I cuts me oudt dot shpider biece,
       Und poot id in a frame;
    Righdt in mine shtore I hangs id oup,
       Und near id, on der shly,
    I geeps a glub, to send gvick oudt
       Dhose shpiders "on der fly."
# Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/A Tale of a Nose

A TALE OF A NOSE.
    Twas a hard case, that which happened in Lynn.
    Haven't heard of it, eh ? Well then, to begin,
    There's a Jew down there whom they call " Old Mose,"
    Who travels about, and buys old clothes.
    Now Mose — which the same is short for Moses —
    Had one of the biggest kind of noses:
    It had a sort of an instep in it,
    And he fed it with snuff about once a minute.
    One day he got in a bit of a row
    With a German chap who had kissed his frau,
    And, trying to punch him a la Mace,
    Had his nose cut off close up to his face.
    He picked it up from off the ground,
    And quickly back in its place 'twas bound,
    Keeping the bandage upon his face
    Until it had fairly healed in place.
    Alas for Mose! 'Twas a sad mistake
    Which he in his haste that day did make;
    For, to add still more to his bitter cup,
    He found he had placed it wrong side up.
    "There's no great loss without some gain;"
    And Moses says, in a jocular vein,
    He arranged it so for taking snuff,
    As he never before could get enough.
    One thing, by the way, he forgets to add,
    Which makes the arrangement rather bad:
    Although he can take his snuff with ease,
    He has to stand on his head to sneeze!
# Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/Der Vater-Mill

DER VATER-MILL.
    I Reads aboudt dot vater-mill dot runs der lifelong day,
    Und how der vater don'd coom pack vhen vonce id flows avay;
    Und off der mill-shit-earn dot glides on so beace- fully und shtill,
    Budt don'd vas putting in more vork on dot same vater-mill.
    Der boet says 'tvas beddher dot you holdt dis broverb fast—
    "Der mill id don'd vould grind some more mit vater dot vas past."
    Dot boem id vas peautiful to read aboudt; dot's
    so! Budt eef dot vater wasn't past how could dot mill-
    vheel go? Und vhy make drouble mit dot mill vhen id vas
    been inclined To dake each obbordunidy dot's gifen id to grind?
    Und vhen der vater cooins along in qvandidies so vast,
    Id lets some oder mill dake oup der vater dot vas past.
    Dhen der boet shange der subject, und he dells us vonce again,
    "Der sickle neffer more shall reap der yellow, garnered grain."
    Vell, vonce vas blendy, aind't id ? Id vouldn't been so nice
    To haf dot sickle reaping oup der same grain ofer tvice!
    Vhy, vot's der use off cutting oup der grass alreaty mown?
    Id vas pest, mine moder dold me, to let vell enough alone.
    "Der summer vinds refife no more leaves strewn o'er earth und main."
    Veil, who vants to refife dhem ? Dhere vas blendy more again!
    Der summer vinds dhey shtep righdt oup in goot time to brepare
    Dhose blants und trees for oder leaves; dhere soon vas creen vons dhere.
    Shust bear dis adverb on your mindts, mine frendts, und holdt id fast:
    Der new leaves don'd vas been aroundt undil der oldt vas past.
    Dhen neffer mindt der leaves dot's dead; der grain dot's in der bin;
    Dhey both off dhem haf had dheir day, und shust vas gathered in.
    Und neffer mindt der vater vhen id vonce goes droo der mill;
    Ids vork vas done! Dhere's blendy more dot vaits ids blace to fill.
    Let each von dake dis moral, vrora der king down to der peasant—
    Don'd mindt der vater dot vas past, budt der vater dot vas bresent.
# Williams v. United States (289 U.S. 553)

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United States Supreme Court
289 U.S. 553
Williams v. United States (289 U.S. 553)
Argued: April 12, 1933. --- Decided: May 29, 1933
[Syllabus from pages 553-555 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. George A. King and George R. Shields, both of Washington, D.C., for plaintiff.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 555-559 intentionally omitted]
The Attorney General and Mr.Thomas D. Thacher, Sol. Gen., of Washington, D.C., for the United States.
Mr. Justice SUTHERLAND delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Williams v. United States (341 U.S. 97)

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341 U.S. 97
Williams v. United States (341 U.S. 97)
Argued: and Submitted Jan. 8, 1951. --- Decided: April 23, 1951
Mr. Bart A. Riley, Miami, Fla., for petitioner.
Mr. Philip Elman, Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Williams v. United States (327 U.S. 711)

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327 U.S. 711
Williams v. United States (327 U.S. 711)
Argued: Dec. 10, 1945. --- Decided: April 1, 1946
Mr.Samuel Slaff, of New York City, for petitioner.
Mr. Irving S. Shapiro, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BURTON delivered the opinion of the Court.

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