The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1900-11-24
WHERE WOMEN VOTE.
Where Clothing Still Marks the
Man, but His Pants Carry No Spe-
cia1 Privileges.

journal and social exponent, took a
vacation during the last two weeks,
which accounts for the improved
character OF the paper during that
time. A great many have remarked
the value of this functionary, and
what help he is to the paper when
he is away. Indeed it brooks no
confidence to say that committee
of the citizens have been endued
with such spirit of benevolence as
to tell him on his return that they
are sorry his vacation was necessarily
80 brief, and that it would be a good
thing for all parties If he could only
go away for year or two, and that
the town would endeavor to wag a.
long if he even decided to stay away.
But town like Neihart needs to be
watched in order to keep it running
smoothly, and the scribe, feeling pro-
foundly the responsibility he owes the
community, will forego the pleasures
of permanent vacation rather than
see monstrous social and civic
vessel get away from it's moorings,
or one schooner wait to be unloaded i.
AS was previously reparked, the
pencil HEAVIER took vacation. For
two or three months he has been
working excessively hard, and over
time, working candidates) and SO,
like majority of the candidates,
after election he was tired. The
campaign made bin tired, the cleo
tion made the candidates tired. and
both made the public tired. Yet the
campaign and election are necessary
adjuncts to our social system, else
the public would never know about
the great multitude of horsethieves,
rakes and scoundrels that live con-
tinually among us. Each party, on
the statments of the campaign, seems
to try to nominate the worst men it
can find, and then on election day,
if reports are true, the people elect
the rankest, meanest and most gen
orally obnoxious of the lot. AT least
that is the opinion of the other slider,
or outsider, who ought to know.
Our hero was in Idaho on election
day, where women enjoy the statu-
tory privileges of voting, chewing
tobacco, and all others generally ac-
corded to men, by which the latter
maintain their boosted, but much
questioned superiority. The women
were exercising and evidently enjoy
ing their newly acquired rights to
fullest degree, entering into the can
vass with all the zeal of veterans.
And yet be it said to their crdeit,
there did not appear one drunken
woman on the atreet. Some were
mean enough to suggest that the
female suffragist has sense enough
to go home before she gets the blind
stagger, but none except profess
ional woman hater, could express
such contemptuous thought. The
snbject is too tender for such coarse
reflection. The illustrious legisla-
tors, who trumped up the innovation,
ought to have their heads crowned
with olive wreathes for term of
thirty days and then they ought to
go and soak their heads in ice water
for the rest ofthe year.
At this election, the fair canvasser
was it. No man, who deferred the
exercise of his franchise till later in
the day, could possibly vote his con-
victions. A scene so sigh-invoking
and mouth watering is seldom wit
messed. Strong men quailed before
the onslaught, and voted anyway at
all to keep peace in the community.
Imagine sturdy son of toll, with
the throne of intelligence mounted
upon his brow, marching to the polls
in the embrace of twenty comely
female canvassers, (men call theDl
heelers) all beseeching him to ignore
his former promptings, to copper his
hunch, and vote against his sober
judgment. Sampson faints, falls in
to Delilah's alabaster pot hooks, gers
his whiskers trimmed, and there you
are.
At this election the democratic