New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-12-16
MIX SUFFRAGE AND BEER
"Gus" Rubin Profits by Wlfe'S
Meeting in Back Room.
URGES PATRONS TO ATTEND
Finds That After Listening to a
Lot of Dry Arguments the
Bar Attracts Them.

If woman suffrage isn't reaching all
classes Of people IL isn't the fault of the
woman sufragists. Tomorrow night Mrs
Jcssica G.. Finch will speak on the subject
from the pulpit OF the church OF the Ascen-
SION. Last night Robert H. Elder talked
about It i'm the clubrooms hack Of Gus
Ruhlln's saloon. over at No 1870 Myrtle
avenue, Brooklyn.
Whatever Mrs. Rubin says goes with
Gus" so when she told him some time
ago that Mrs. Elder had converted her to
votes for women, and she was going to
hold meetings I'm the room back of the sa-
loon. Gus" said. Sure" lie said II again
when she told him this week that the time
was ripe for the first one, and there isn't
man that has taken a glass of beer or
anything stronger over "Guss" bar since
his wife gave him his orders who hasn't
teen invited by Gus to attend the meet
ing. And what's more. he got them 10
come.
Prominent New York suffragists were
mainly conspicuous by their absence,
though the meeting had been well adver-
tised. Mrs Ida Hustled Harper wasn't
there and there wasn't Il member OF the
woman suffrage party TO be seen. They
missed n real attractive sight by not com
ING. Ribbons OF white and lavender. the
colors Of Mrs. Ruhlin's Woman's Progress
sive League. were gracefully woven about
the beer signs on the wall.
Mrs. Rubin. I'm velvet gown, occupied
the chairmans seat. The door into the
saloon was Hospitality open, so that when
the masculine portion of the audience got
a little tired II could wander out and re-
fresh itself 1t did-at least, presumably II
refreshed itself. for every man returned
wipIng his mouth with the back OF his
hand. But no jags were permitted. Gus
stood at the door and looked out for that.
Mr.. Elders talk dwelt on the inferior
posItion of woman In politics and the social
life. one old fellow in the rear, with snow
white hair and brilliant nose, listened
profoundly for ten minutes and then smut
fed uneasily.
Gus" he whispered TO that Watcnful
sentinel we've had enough o this dry
stuff Set the orchestrion goin' an livcn
her up"
"r dasn,t" Gus" returned. My wife'd
beat me up"
"WiI we have a free lunch afterward?'
inquired battered individual who looked
IN Al the uooI'
mo eats-straight talk" the barkeep
Informed him, and the battered individual
shuffied away.
Mrs. Rubin tried hard to get the auui-
ence 10 ask questions after Mr.. Elder sat
down. but they were painfully shy.
Mr. Flanagan" she appealed to 1at
man who was trying to hide behind Gus
and the barkeeper. you don't believe III
woman suffrage, I know. Tell us why
eft wouldn't be becomin' language Tor
me TO mention in public" said Mr.. FlannI-
gan.
Mr. Wattles," she appealed to a citizen
in a worn straw hat. help us get up
discussion. Why don't you believe III
woman suffrage
"Why. ma'am, Mrs. Rubin, | do believe
in IT," said the clustered Mr.. Wattles.
There was a time onct when ! didn't put
you've edicated me.
Little Dorothy Frooks, the Schoolgirl
orator. made a speech. passionately asking
the men If they wanted their wives and
sweethearts classed with idiots and crihh-
nails. but even that didn't move any OF
them TO declare themselves.
Really the most enthusiastic AUDITORS
were Mrs. Ruhlin's two dogs, Gussie ana
Floss. who sat on either side Of her chair
and contributed several barks to the APP
nIauSe