Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1909-05-21
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4 n eastern young woman went out
n to Denver last october to see how
IA her sister behaved in a campaign
where their vote was as good as any
body's. says the Cleveland Plain
Dealer Before she ran across Mrs.
Toppin she thought things were pretty
lively, but Mrs. Toppin seorned such
an idea and informed her that the
campaign of 1909 was simply "nothin'. >,
faint like the old days" she saia
with a mournful headshake for the
flown past Them was days.
"'Twas when Mckinley was runnin'
in So that | got my hat smashed FOR
defendin' a Teller that was holdin' the
flag, an one o. the candidates give me
a new hat. He says: Mrs Toppin,
here's the price of a new hat. Take 1t
an buy you one. You lost yours in a
good cause An l bought me a grand
hat Oh, them was times! It's dull
campaigns nowadays"
Mrs. Toppin is one of the workers
or precinct women of North Denver
writes the visitor from the east in
Golfers; "she has canVassed many
a campaign through and she ought 10
know. But when | found the woman's
Republican county committee occupy
ing two adjacent store buildings on
Glenarm street, the woman's Democrat
ic committee holding a suite on Cali
fornia street and the woman's state
Democratic committee ensconced in the
Albany hotel, it looked as if the women
were busy in q mild fashion at any
rate even though the bright days of
hat smashing had passed away forever.
AT the Republican headquarters
there were looped and draped flags in
the windows and portly portraits, and
on the steps a buzz of busy women
who came and went Within at 81
manly desk 1 found the president. She
presides over the woman's Republican
club of Colorado and her name is Mrs.
Anna M. Scott. When l entered she
was engaged in absorbing conversation
with a man who stood at her desk.
He departed and she gave me a chair
beside her.
"'That was my candidate for the
legislature, she said. I'm going to
send him there, too She gazed with
serene firmness through her green dot
ted veil.
You see, run my own ward she
went on with pride, the fourteenth
and I'm the only woman that does run
a ward Oh, you've got to understand
these things but some women never
do.
For one thing, you can't make 'em
see that it's all in the primaries. I've
lived twenty-eight years in Colorado
and I've been in politics fifteen years
that's ever since we had suffrage
"She leaned back comfortably with
that air of easy possession of the desk
and it's corner which rarely comes to a
woman, which is more likely to sit Tor
ward with an air of obedient attention.
as if the desk were master Noting
her manly attitude, it occurred to me
to ask whether she kept house.
of course l do. We're all good
housekeepers,' she replied, her green
dotted glance covering all the busy,
stirring women who filled the room,
we none of us have children though.
THE housewife who has children
has no business in politics, any more
than the average man has. Let her
stay at home and look after her kitch-
en- and her nursery, just as the average
businessman attends to his desk or
his counter. When election day comes
he can go to the polls and so can she
that's all she has to do. Let her
take care of her home; We'll run the
machine
Mrs. Scott's eyes. above her execu-
tive nose, narrowed to an expression of
excessive wisdom. The door of a rear
room opened and a lady emerged, ac-
COlIpdilIGu ny lHe CneeTluB fragrance
of a fricassee.
"'Scotty! called the lady, what time
can we have lunch"
They'll all be here by / o'clock,
responded the president, who apparent
ly answered to 'Scotty' She explained
to me. You see, we officers have lunch
in the kitchen here every day during
campaign SOS to save the time it takes
to go home. We haven't got any time
to spare nowadays
"The fricassee fragrance vanished
behind the closing door. Mrs Scott
resumed political topics.
You see, it's like this; the men
are selfish, but we can't get along
without 'em. They're all right-yes,
they're all right, but we've got our
interest to look out for