The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1878-01-24

NHGnl4elNes, call themselves uOClOEst law
yers, lecturers, reverends, journalists and
the Lord knows what IL is always my
fate to encounter them, because l detest
the whole bad lot so. They burn for no
toriety, and they really would rather
have bad name than no name at all
One comes up to you with a flourish: 81 m
an outhoress; my name is Angelina Flo
zelda Brass" Says she. Let me give
you this" and an advertisement, covered
perhaps with coarse wood cuts, and con.
tanning .ccounts of the miraculo as gifts
and exploits Of Angelina, is thrust into
| your hand. Here comes another: Il
am Mrs. jefferson Jones. journalist by
profession" Journalist Lord forgive
eml IL. is an ho.orable name, when
| rightly earned, but it is a name not more
than three score people, and thos all
men but one or two, have ever yet earn
ed in this country. Among the women
who proclaim themselves Journalists
at this Convention, perhaps there may
be those who conscientiously and entLu-
| siastically write and study their six,
eight and ten hours a day, who dive into
dictionaries and encyclopedias, who hunt
out the records Of law, medicine, science.
theology and history, who run their eyes
over a third of the leading newspapers
OF the world every day, and note down
and remember the striking points Of
them all for future use-I say there may
be women who do all this among the
sels--tyled Journalists at this Conven-
ton, butt doubt il.
II is ignoble, and not at all "toney" to
eve manifest curiosity, though you are
just burning up inside with it. l depart
ed from this excellent rule yesterday,
and got properly punished for it. One
of the wol.4en quacks strayed into our
house, on solAe pretext. She was one Of
those hybrid females. whom you, as a wo
man, wouldn't wish to be seen laughing
at oh accoudt of the cause" and yet
whom yo laugh at mighty loud in your
sleeve when you get outside the door
and on the stairs by yourself The ladies
in pantaloons are more frequent n Wash
ington than elsewhere The cream Of
the crack-b aimed population of the Uni
ted States naturally floats to Washing
ton. You will see more queer people in
a day here than in six months elsewhere.
So the pantalooned ladies are rot much
of sight in Washington streets.
A lady came knocking at our door
yesterday.
Come down here, quick said she
The pantalooned lady pretended she
wanted to find somebody, and we pre-
tended maybe we could tell her some,
thing about the person. The pantaloos-
ed lady was dressed like a man as to her
main outlines, but with here and there
a tag or a bob, which still suggested a
hankering after the hesh-pots OF female
fnery A mans dress looks well So
does a woman's But mix the two to-
gether, and they look like Old Nick
The trouble with the ladies in pantlloons
is. that they always mix the two costumes
Our hybrid wore a mans very long, slim
trousers, and a mans very short coat.
Fancy q suit like that combined with a
wOman's bonnet with feathers and flow
ers, a woman's bright, big, scarlet bow OF
ribbon at the throat of a mans collar,
and a woman's very big breastpin stuck
into a mans shirt bosom. That was how
our hybrid looked Her mans short.
bobby coatskirt was trimmed with vel
Vet ribbon, and brilliant blue veil was
tucked tight around her remarkable
head d-piece She looked like Kansas
81 have little book here" began the
written by myself, on Dress
which
I'm converted already" said l feebly.
Il believe that pantaloons, throsgh
Heaven. are to be the instrument -
The Kansas grasshopper raised her
skinny hand solemnly, and interrupted
Dress Reform lies at the bottom Of wo-
mans redemption. This little book - |
Wearing pantaloons enables a woman |
10 put less OF her strength into carrying |
wicked skirts, and more OF it into her |
tongue. ! bought the Kansas grasshop- /
Der's book. The name Of it is "Womans /
Way Out" One woman at least has got /
half way out 1t is the Kansas grasshop- |
per. She's got her lower extremities
1ut.
The Sixteenth Amendment ladies held \
/ caucus January Z, in the ante-room Of .
he Senate Chamber. They asked for !
he Senate Chamber to hold their Con /
rention in. 1t was refused them. There |
ire those who say the snub will not be 4
forgotten, if women get to voting during 1
he lifetime Of some of the present Sena- 1
.ors.
Among the ladies Of the Convention, 4
he most noticeable intellectually ase 1
Mrs Cady Stanton, Mrs Isabella Beech l
r. Hooker, DR.. Clemence :. Lozier, Rev. /
Olympia Brown, Mrs Sarah J. A. Speu-
ser, and Dr. Mary Thompson, of Oregon. 4
Susan B. Anthony is not here. Bless her .
honest hearti She IS lecturing away out 4
West to raise money to carry on that
woman suffrage movement to which she I
has devoted her life with an unselfish-
ness and an enthusiasm never excelled .
IN any cause. She sent two hundred \
dollars OF her earnings to the present .
At the caucus on Monday Isabella I
Beecher Hooker, Beecher like, made a
impression. She is a tall. /
slender, refined looking woman, with /
pale blue eyes and grayish curls about 4
her face She dresses handsomely, but /
a little peculiarly. | can not get it out 1
Of my head that a magnificent tragic ac-
tress was lost TO the world when Isabella 1
Beecher didn't take the stage. | never 4
heard a woman say anything at all like 1
What she said Monday. / cant, for my 1
life, make up my mind whether il was
swearing or not. / will tell you exactly /
what it was, and maybe you can tell. /
Mrs Hooker complimented the Demo 4
cratic Governor Hubbard, told how with /
out solicitation from women, he had 4
caused a married woman's property bill 1
to be passed, which she had caused to be 4
drawn up FIVE years before, without any 4
hope that it would ever be passed. She \
warmed up to her subject. un.
til, fixing her eyes, blazing with excite /
ment, upon her audience, she raised her 1
arm solemnly towards the sky, and in n |
voice which rang like thunder, said these 1
words
1--WE have come here to gain our free
dom. and by God well have it!'
The effect was stupendous. They |
cheered her vehemently, after a moment, |
but many women looked scared. and |
some men looked as if their breath had |
been taken away for a second can't |
tell Won how il was. but somehow il |