St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-11-04
Rambling Discoveries on Mat
tiers In and About Min
neapolis.
Woman, Lovely Woman, as
She Ape AIRED at the
Registers.
Some of the Beautiful Traits
Brought Out By Railway
Travel.
People Who Live in Flats
Scorn the Joys Of Musical
Taste.

The woman in politics has become an
amazingly prominent figure within the
past few weeks, and the lords of crea-
ton are beginning to be sorry they ever
allowed her to have even a shadow OF
vote. Women have found that they can
vote on some questions and they are de-
termined to do so. But you have to
register about two weeks before cleo
tion," says one in an awe-stricken tone.
"What does that mean?" inquire the
strong-minded chorus. Nobody knows,
but after diligent inquiry the alarming
state of the case is made apparent.
You have to 60 to the voting place and
hold up your right hand and take an
oath to tell the truth''-"That's moth
ing," somebody interrupts, who ever
knew a woman TO tell lie? }" Who in
deed?
''Wait until tell you the questions
you have to answer" continues the pa
tient, one who knows: You have to
tell your name, residence, time you've
lived in county, state and precinct aud
and-yOur age"
A Smile of satisfaction had over
spread the cOuntenanceS of those pres
ent, but it died away and was succeeded
by sickly pallor at the mention OF age.
No philosopher or moralist has ever
been able to tell us why woman never
can tell the truth about her age after
she has passed eighteen, but the fact
remains undiSputed. 1t would be diff
cult to say how many rellnquIshed their
privilege, rather than put their age on
record, but it was a wonderful sight to
see those who had screwed their cOur-
age to the sticking point and walked
bravely up to register. The young mar
ried woman came with her husband, and
smiingly told the truth, seeming proud
to think her time of probation was over,
and having secured the matrimonial
prize. she needed not to care who knew
her age.
One old woman of ninety, tottered to
the place of registration and told IN
uuaveling tones how times had changed
since she was young.
The matron came with her sons, and
cheerily told that she was over fifty.
But the multitude were those whose
teaching or missionary work had been
going on these many moons, and no
man had asked them to share lot--of
course they wouldn't if he had. But
when they got themselves up to look
their prettiest there was still the awful
certainty that TO Judge would believe
them to be under forty. Be it said to
their credit that most of them had the
moral courage to tell the truth. but oc-
casionally an antiquated piece of bric-a-
brac would smile and answer: Just
twentv-one.' The Judge wouldn't be-
lieve-but let us draw the curtain over
the painful scene that followed.
The judges in some places had enough
chivalry to defy the letter OF the law
and ask no question except the name
and residence. We have only to re-
member that it's leap year to account
for the cyclone of tinted and perfumed
notes Which these gallant men have
been receiving ever since.
Next Tuesday will be the final act of
the comedy. when the woman who dares
to own her true age will also dare to
stand in line and wait her turn to cast
a vote.