At eleven she was put at a loom in a Pennsylvania mill, where she wove hosiery for fourteen hours a day until tuberculosis claimed her at nineteen. A poet by nature she developed her mind to the full in spite of these disadvantages, and when she was forced to abandon her loom she became an organizer for the Consumers' League, and later a vivid and eloquent power in the suffrage movement. Her group preceded Miss Paul's by about a week in prison. These vivid sketches of Rose Winslow's impressions while in the prison hospital were written on tiny scraps of paper and smuggled out to us, and to her husband during her imprisonment. I reprint them in their original form with cuts but no editing.
Force is so stupid a weapon.
The women are all so magnificent, so beautiful. Alice Paul is as thin as ever, pale and large-eyed. We have been in soli- tary for five weeks. There is nothing to tell but that the days go by somehow. I have felt quite feeble the last few days-faint, so that I could hardly get my bair brushed, my arms ached so.