The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1871-02-02
A. Loud And Lively She-Orator

They have a woman orator In oan
Francisco. Here is portion of a
speech she made recently:
"They say man was created first
S'posin' he was! Amt first ex-
periments always failures? I'll was a
betting man I'd bet two dollars and a
half they are. The only decent thing
about him, anyhow, was rib, and that
went to making something better. Gap
plause.) And then they throw it in
our face about Eve taking that apple.
I'll bet five dollars Adam boasted her
up the tree, and then only gave her
the core. And what did he do when
he was found out? True to his mas
culine instinct, he sneaked behind Ewes
Greciaan bend, and said, "Twaren't
me, twas her. Bring up your little
aughters to love and caress the ballot,
and when they are old and serawny
they will not depart from it. Teach
them that man occupies no position
that woman cannot fill, even to pair
of pants. Teach them that without
the ballot woman Is simply cooking
and washing machine that with it she
can just rule her little roost. We
have plenty of ballet girls, but what we
want is ballot women. Hear, Hear
l am astonished there amt more in
tercst manifested in this absorbing top
ic.
This hall ought to be filed from
dome to ceiling, and a couple of hun.
dred climbing up the lightning-rod
outside. Our speakers don't lack brains
on influence, but there is one thing l
wish they did lack, and that is their
desire for husband. No matter how
rabid q women is on this question, or
how much she talks against the man
on the platform, she'd grab the first
one that offered himself, and turn right
straight round and that's where we re
weak. Most women think they're
made for a purpose, and that was to
have Mrs, on their tombstone. They'd
better be missed all their lives, and
when they die the more they're miss
ed the better. I'm commander.in-chief
of large army of female wOman's bal.
lots, and am cleaning out everything
that looks like male sex, whilst the
band plays See the conquering shcro
cometh.' Come with me to the worst
portion of our great city. After
ascending thirty-one flights Of rickety
stairs, what DO we find? A miserable
basement. In one corner sits wretch
cd woman, once the belle Of the city.
She makes vests. Twenty-four vest for
a bent. Not q morsel of food has
passed her lips since fall. Around her
are fourteen children crying for bread.
But alas! she amt got no bread but
with tears in her eyes, she mournfully
divides among them the last half of a
tallow candle. Have Loverdrawn this
picture? No sir. And if any man
darcs to say, [ have, I'll guarantee to
send him home on shutter in less than
ten minutes. (Emotion in the au-
dience.) But, my dear sisters, I am
not here simply to touch your hearts,
but to touch your pockets also A
thing of this kind can't 60 on with
out money, and l hereby call upon
four of the most abled. bodied sisters,
who feel tits sweet to be on the muscle,
to pass around the hat. Think of the
greatness of our cause, and its effect
upon thousands of ancestors still un-
born. Think of your altered fresides,
where widowed mothers, with dissi-
pated husbands, press their orphan
children to their bosoms. Think, oh !!
think, of George Washington at Mr..
Valleys forge, barefooted, and shell
out. This appeal was so moving that
majority of the audience moved
toward the door. About seven dollars
and half was collected, however,
which went for Mrs. SINNERS newest
corkscrew curls. After putting the
amount in her rcticulc, and planting
her right foot firmly down, she pro-
ceeded. My dear friends, I must
bid you adicu, but I will be with you
again when times are better, for I in
tend to agitate this question till we get
our rights and whatever We can sponge
besides. Twill agitate it till my breath
gives out and my wig turns gray"