Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-09

she made everything else, without the help of tissue
paper patterns without sewing machine, all by
hand, every stitch. She probably wove the linen,
and bleached it, and spun every thread of it,-you
have seen spinning wheel, no doubt,-and hacked
the fax. The women must have been made out of
iron in those days, to work hard they did, and
raise family of ten or fifteen children into the
bargain
1t regular slaves life you say So it was.
A wife practically slave, and there was no
other way for respectable woman to make living
except to marry. The way it is now, if your hus-
band wants to sell piece of property, he must get
your signature to the deed; but he hasn't word
to say when it comes to your disposing of your
property. What is his is yours and what is yours
is your own madam. But it was just the other way
round with the Colonial dame. And perhaps that
doesn't make different world! The Fathers of the
Constitution might have thought differently about
Woman's Rights if they were alive to-day.
George Washington the richest man in the
country. He the John D. Rockefeller of his
day; but he was too poor to buy a box of matches.
He was too poor to buy glass lamp chimney. He
couldn't afford to have gas in his house, let alone
electric lights battery under the cellar steps
that rung the front door bell. In those days, if
you wanted to read at night, you got right close
to the candle a saucer of lard with rag hanging
over the edge, or you saved up chips and pine
knots and put them the open fire, lying down
the floor in front of it, and cooked the top of
your Head While you pOTed over CIe page printed
on an old hand press, page as rough as nutmeg
crater. And what there to read? Not daily
newspaper in the country, and what weeklies there
were you wouldn't call newspapers at all. Not
novel. There were volumes of sermons and such,
and if you reckless and abandoned and didn't
care what became of you, there plays to read,
which just shade duller than the sermons.
If you were lucky well reckless, you might get
a chance two three times in your life to
play, performed without scenery, with tallow candle
footlights, -Hamlet, for example, costumed like
British army officer.
They Had No Opera Wars
MUSIC wasn't in much better estate. Our
1Vx Revolutionary sires and danes never heard
brass band, for the sufficient that not until
1914 was horn invented upon which it posi-
BILE to play simple scale. Colonel Pitcairn when he
marched out to Lexington and Concord, was accom-
panied by the regulation full military regimental
band of the British army of those days. 1t con-
sisted of eight pieces, two oboes two bassoons,
CLARINET forget the full roster but it must have
sounded nearly as loud as good ACCORDION. And
the march they played out of Boston was "The
Black Sloven," which the nearest to nothing of
tune that be called tune There were no
pianos for anybody but the Rockefellers, and of
reed organs and few organs in the churches
You might go for walk in those days; but there
no paved streets or sidewalks. Macadam was
in this country; but he was
loyalist and had to get out of nNS$XSAh.
the country when the Revou- <fXSHS4EE1
tionary War over SO there C-A
nothing but mud roads. lNlI =
Street lamps new thing,
and the lantern you carried
when you ventured out after -