The San Francisco call., 1896-06-28

James A. Maloney, commercial traveller, ap-
peared in Judge Conlans court yesterday to
answer the charge of battery preferred against
him by Alice Hendricks, who is employed in
candy-store on Ke army street.
She is pretty girl, 16 years of age, a.fd Monday
evening, while walking along Market street on
her way to her home on Turk, MaIon ey accosted
her and asked her to have dinner with him. She
walked on, when he followed her grabbed her by
the arm and again asked her 70 dine with him.
She notified Policeman Coleman and Maloney was
arrested.-From THE CALL of Friday, June IL.
If strange men ever followed me or
spoke to me on the street, instead of hunt
ing policeman 1 would hunt looking
glass and study myself to find the reason.
Long ago, in my schooldays, when the
snow was on the ground, the girls used to
cluster near the door and as soon as they
had thrown bail with effect or washed
some luckless urchin's face they would
run into the house, where the boys were
not allowed to bring snow. If the girl was
caught out and had her face washed in re-
turn she was very likely to take it amiss
and tell on the boy.
There is parallel between this little re-
miniscence and the stories of some of the
women and girls of this City who cannot
walk down a crowded street in a bright
light without being followed and accosted.
They, too, throw snow and run, and if
they are followed they tell the teacher.
Some of the glamor thrown over the
girl world wears off during years of labor
in that world. Girls are plain flesh and
blood, with faults and vanIties a-plenty.
They are not angels here, nor shall be.
This sacred mantle of womanhood is too
often laid on and off like q suit of armor.
Let woman be ever so unwomanly,
f1irt ever SO desperately, use her eyes ever
SO promiscuously, invite remark ever so
boldly. the instant some great horrid man
takes up the gauntlet she has thrown
down she drapes herself in her mantle of
helpless innocence, climbs up on her ped
estal and cries, 81 ana a woman"
OF course she is woman. None other
would cIawfish so.
New woman? No, sir. That much criti-
cized mortal isn't in this game at all. She
doesn't devote her thoughts and her eyes
wholly TO the other sex.
1t is the dainty bits of femininity who
think it is horrible to want to vote, and
who have no patience with the bold crea-
lures who can speak from platform. 1t
is the tendrils of ivy that ask no other lot
than to cling to some tail oak who are con-
stantly finding themselves insulted.
1 have made study of the women who
tell me that men are insulting and not
chiyalrous. l shouldn't wonder some
times.
There are men and men; there are
women and women and women; also,
there are insults and insults.
Perhaps l do not see them as plainly as
[ ought; certainly never go about with a
lantern searching for them.
know once an old white-headed man
spoke to me as / waited for a car. He said
my face took him back to the face of dear
friend, and would l wear the rose he Of
fered me? l took the flower with few as
kind words as 1 ever speak and went my
way. What was my astonishment to find
out later that had been insulted. Maybe
so, but can bear up under it, though I
much prefer to believe that my face did
remind grandpa of one beneath the sod.