Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-06-14
WHOLE NO. 657.
HOW MISS ANTHONY VOTED.
From the New York World.l


From the New York World.l
Miss Anthony then took the stand
and gave an account of her persecution
and prosecution for casting vote.
The place at which she registered fof
dropping that precious bit of paper
was after the fashion of an Eighth ave-
nue. polling booth, and barber shop
into the bargain. She had some sharp
arguments with the enlightened Ameri-
can citizens who officiated at the regis
try, and being led to suppose that her
registry would be ignored, she proposed
to have hold on the inspectors, and
straightway went to lawyer for SCUM
sci. She found not rara avis OF his
kind, but lawyer of the old, old sort:
He said, Why, Miss Anthony, you
show that you know nothing at all of
law. You should pay down a round
retaining fee, and then you are all
right" Five women registered in the
Eighth Ward of the city of Rochester,
and by their example fifty others were
melted to register in other wards, though
only fourteen out Of the whole voted:
When election day came, fearful of in
suit, they went early and found no diff
ficulty in putting their ballots through
the broken pane. The inspector said:
" Miss Anthony, you are challenged;
are you ready to swear?" eyes" said
I, and I forgot my Quakerism and
kissed the Bible. "Do you swear you
are citizen?" etc., and I swore (the
papers made me swear that I was a
male citizen). Then they made me
swear that I had peither bribed nor
taken bribe for this election; of course
I swore that. There was 81 500 floating
around that day, but no man was chal-:
lenged, no man sworn. The Quaker
lady, Mrs. De Garmo, who followed,
was also challenged. She refused to
swear, saying, Il will not swear, but I
will tell the truth, if that will answer"
The whole party voted, and not an in
sulting word was spoken. 1t was said
that arrests would be made, but days
passed and none were made. began
to get afraid that they would not arrest
me. But finally Commissioner Storrs,
whose Office is in the Arcade, sent word
for me to call at his Office. I sent word
that had no social acquaintance with
him and didn't wish to call on him. If
he wanted to see me on official business
he must come and see me. Then q
young man in beaver hat and kid gloves
(paid for by taxes gathered from women)
came to see me. He sat down. He
said it was pleasant weather. He
hemmed and hawed and said Mr. Storrs
wanted to see me at the Arcade.
"What for?" I asked. "To arrest
you," said he. els that the way you
arrest men? "No." Then I demand
ed that I should be arrested properly.
My sister desiring to go with me, he
proposed that he should go ahead ard
I follow with her. This refused, and
he had to go with me. In the car he
took out his pocket-book to pay fare.
I asked him if he did that in his official
capacity. He said yes; he was obliged
to pay the fare of any criminal he ar
rested. Well, that was the first cents
worth I ever had from Uncle Sam. A
more wilted looking officer of the law
cannot be imagined than he. And Mr..
Commissioner Stors was not less out
of his element. Miss Anthony read the
section of the Constitution upon which
she is arraigned for illegal voting, and
argued that she had not even vio-
lated it. H