The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-06-04
on TIE MANDATE.
An Indignant Protest Prom she
shirt Waist Brigade

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Savannah, Ga, June 2.-Editor Morn
ing News: We are au onthe war
path, and nothing less than YOUR
scalp viii satisfy as. So you'd better
hunt cyclone pit and get into il. too.
and pull the top onto YOU. il YOU can. You
said-yes you did say-that the ladies
were leaving the city, and soon nothing
would be seen but the ~shirt waist brio
ade." fie! hel fe, Mr. Editor. Who
would have thought IL of you2 You. of
all men. And YOU even painted the
rose and added TO the Nervousness of YOUR
onense by remarklng that 1.-THE loungers
on Bull street would soon have nothing to
look att Good gracious Mr.. Editor.
How dare your And you a mani Don't
your ears burn2 especially the left one2
You'll not have a cleft one soon. nor nv
other, for Wen have both, as well as that
scalp of yours. I'm sure this very morn
ing | saw two cute little bias eyes looking
at me-even meas / passed the
door OF N-I-ee's restaurant; and
I'm neither painfully young nor
eXcrutiatingly beautiful, and when 1
smiled he murmured, ''child-like and
bland" ''Melican look-ee like langelr:
And, again, when "in my daily walks
abroad" pass the Syn h-se, the I'M
failing shirt-sleeve contingent gaze
$3.50 interestedly, that from pure
scare l walk with my toes turned
in, and don't get 'em Strengthened
out again until l get clean down to
L-st-r's Truth, now. [ wish you
could hear the clash of tongues and war
of words over your spicy item. I'm sure
your transgressiou would mete out its
own just punishment. AS rule | am
not particularly artial to said waists. "
but went at once to purchase one, and
flung my banner to the breeze. Testing
aside, MIR. Editor, please tell me why
workwoman land I glory in the name)
may not be lady even though forcom-
fort IN her daily toll she wear a 'shirt
waist!" All, mel Your idle Jest brought
sudden rush of tears to eyes so
tired of weeping, and gave one
added pang TO heart already
oerladen. Let me tell YOU, and tell YOU
truly, there are so noble women in this
same dispised ''shirtwaist brigade as
are to be found IN the rank and file of
fortunes favorltes. know one, who
few short months ago, was preparing to
tiit.with the rest of her ill1 to the summer
resorts of fashion. That one to-day
passes thro' your streets, earning her
daily bread as stenographer and type
writer. Bereft at one fell blow of hus-
band, home and fortune, she has entered
the ranks of the wor6woman, and with
aching heart and bleeding pride, is bat
tllng-I think braVcly-with her hard
fate. She should have died, of course,
but, having sldllful hands, a finished edu-
cation and level head, she took the lib
erty of using them. Has she forfeited
her claim to ladyhood? Alas, for the
living. tragedies that daily walk the
streets!
tell you, Mr.. Editor, you must rescind
that lnslnuation of yours. We claim to
be the genuine article, even in our "shirt
waists" and we'll fight for our rights.
You'll find yourself presently where our
drummer friend did. May I recall the
incidentl Or IS it a chestnut" A we'll
known travelling man stopped over night
In small South Carolina town. Near by
protracted meeting was in progress.
10 pass away the evening he wandered
into the church, settled himself comfort
ably, and after the fashion of We drum
mer fell asleep. At the conclusion of a
rousing sermon the preacher called on
''all who wished to go to heaven to stand
up" The congregation rose en- masse,
except our innocent hero, who slept the
sleep of the just, unconscious that he was
being used to point a moral and adorn a
tale" Then 'all who expected to 60 to hell
were requested to rise-if they dare. "
The noise of the vast congregation reseat-
ing itself reused our traveller, and think
ing they were rising, he struggled to his
feet. A dead silence followed, as preacher
and people gazed at the daring reprobate
Looking dazedly around he soon saw
something was amiss and with the in
imitable audacity of his class, he turned
to the preacher, and, rubbing his eyes,
sleepily remarked: "Well, parson, 1 don't
exactly know what question tits we're
voting on, but it looks like you and me are
in a hopeless minority" And that's Just
where you are and will remain-at least
all summer-unless you quickly make the
amende honorable to US, the insulted
shirt waist brigade" ONEUvEM.