The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-02-23

the yelling blood, the Qeatn agOnIeS. they must have borne better children. In mans willingness to take up the
 burden of subsistence, to endure dan ger, heat, cold, often hunger, some> times death itself, that his woman might have shelter and protection, there was certainly the first impulse toward civilization.
 The profession of woman does not emphasize sex. Instead it glorif1es it, and with reason. I am not asham- ed in the least of sex;H deserves from the whole world the modesty of can For it sums existence, being no more nor less than that differentiation of organism which makes life continu-
 ous. Right here lies the crux of my opposition to woman suffrage; fem ininity involves structural and emo- tional unfitness for the tasks of gov ernment. The world is dominated, and rightly, by the masculine plus, Dear anta gonists, if this is cryptic to you, go abroad and gather my mean ing by comparing the animals god
 made with the animals man-made; the ramping bull with his meek brother the OK; the stallion, clothed with thunder and the gelding pacing soberly between shafts. This is not the place further to elaborate my thesis. Suffice it to say that I hold and can sprove beyond contravention that no woman has ever done one really great thing save and except to be the mother of a great or a good
 man. Let me add still further as my deliberate judgment that there can
 gift of heaven than to love a man truly, serve him 'joyfully, honor and obey him, feeling it privilege, and to receive from him in return love
 and cherishing. Utter heresy no l think there be a many that will agree with me. In this suffrage conten- | tiousness it is more than commonly | true:
 The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
 1 Indeed, do not feel the least lone
 some among working women even; l there are, I am persuaded, such saw l ing deeps of contented and devoted womanhood.
 1 This in fact of the undeniable ia ct | that marriages are no more ideal than 1 the men and women who make them. | Perhaps because too often marriage
 is to men a refuge and to women a speculative investment. But however l far short of the ideal it falls, it is che | saying grace of the world. Whatever
 diminishes the opportunity for 1t or | helps to make 1t more difficult is a | distinct menace to the race. When | women cease from being womanly. ! what man will care to shelter and
 cherish them? I regard the working l woman as a blot on civilization, one | whose existence is only less piteous | than the necessity which forces her to l exist. The right I crave for every | woman and would give her if I could
 is to have home. husband and | wherewithal to feed, clothe and edu- 1 cate them. Women and machinery 1 betweeen them have so beared the | labor market that only a moiety of men earn enough to maintain fam l flies, much less make any provision | lti-mNlionairesses who are posing | as friends of their downtrodden sis
 ters had the gift of clear vision they l would devote themselves rather to the | converting of their husbands to the view of living wages, and no stif1ing of competitions; that is to say, of fair business rather than big business l but fair business would hardly pro- vide dukes and diamonds world | without end, presentations at court.
 all off about it, but it strikes me | hard that it is better to leave mon 1 ey in hands that have earned it than to extort it through the cost of liv ing and give back a hundredth part I in charity, so called.
 
 amples, each confirming me in some point of my heterodoxy. Near the end of a noon rest two water boys
 were having a perfectly beautiful set
 to, clinching, breaking away, pe1ting and pummeI cling each other like good fellows, grinning all the while, the men they ser1<d making a ring about
 them, puffing their pipes and encour- aging their favorites. As harmless an entertainment as men and boys could have, wholesome withal, to my poor mind. Not so to another spec tator who just then happened by She was tall and raw boned and bonn baziney, with a huge rusty umbrel- Ia, though the day was cloudless, and the severest of spectacles perched or her high nose. Age perhaps 50 temper clearly 100 in the shade "Why don't you stop that dis-grace-ful ex- hibition?" she shrilled at the watch ing ring. The ring grinned, expan- sively but sheepishly, and stood stock still. Then the bombaziney person who might have stood for the mora
 and pattern of Reform, hissed at the lads: Stop! tell you to stop that I'll call a policeman" The fighters paid no heed, they were in the ec. ! stacy of a clinch; she looked about Not a bluecoat was in sight; she part ed the ring as a cyclone parts stand ing grain, caught the lads and began