Connecticut western news., 1911-05-18
THURSDAY, MAY IS. 1911
I believe that more breaches of friendship and love have been created and more hatred cemented by need less criticism than by any one other thing Arthur Helps.
MRS. HIrcHcocks TRIUMPH

Monday was Suffragist Day in Canaan. 1t was not proclaimed" by the Business Mems Association, nor endorsed by the Wurra Wurra Club, but for all that, 1t reused no storm of protest, and was apparently very generally observed, and so far as The News has been able to learn, there was nothing to indicate that it was not bowling success-the term ''howhng" being used in the orthodox sense of the adjective as applied to any success that is a genuine success and marks notable achievement. Why the dickens the term was ever employed to characterize the highest degree or climax of triumphal effort, we don't know nobody knows, probably. However, inasmuch as that's the orthodox word for it, that's the kind of success Suffragist Day was, in Canaan; and it stuck into the bonnet of Mrs. Frank Hitchcock one of the longest, most gor- geous, huffiest feathers of all the distinctive plumage that versatile lady has earned by her literary, journalistic and poetic endeavors. It was triumph to glory in, and will be the topic for drawing room discussion for many day to come, when two or three are gathered together where conversation is carried on in soprano.
 There were those, in the different sets, who looked askance when announce
  intended to set the sUffragist ball a'roll- ing in Canaan, and even bring some of the brightest of the shining lights of female suffragism here-the big gun nesses, as it were, of the woman s rights heavy artillery. It was too bold an ambition, they said; the time isn't ripe in Canaan, if 1t eyer will be ripe, they said; the ladies won't stand for it and she can't get corporaless's guard out for such an exhibition, they said. But as the time drew near, the stupor of amazement was transmogrified into a fiutter of curiosity, and from that to a jingle of hankering, and the upshot of it all was, that there was the biggest Outpouring of feminine ladies only at Meadowland Farm that ever was seen at any one time in any one place in Canaan. Almost everybody that is any body in Canaan society was there, and they came from all the region round about, by train, by auto, by carriage, on foot-not that they were particularly interested in the suffrage, but because Of B tacit recognition of the manifest and compelling fact that it was the only thing to do, for anybody that was any body, because everybody was going. They just couldn't help themselves. There were not far from a hundred of us women there. Anyway it wasn't like espousing the cause of the suffra- gettes, and getting out in support of demonstration in pursuit of "Votes for Women" Bless you, no. It was simply to hear what distinguished and eloquent oratoresses had to say on the snffragist question. Besides there's just as much difference between a snffragette and suffragist as there is between anything. There were no gentlemen present-mere man was out of it entirely. He couldn't get look in if he had wanted it. Even the domesticated old tomcat had been chased out under the barn, and the Bordly roosters flew the coop. The automobile chauffeurs and the carriage drivers rubbered in vain while they hung around outside during the session. Nothing doing. And, did you ever !- the guests who thought they'd balk, at first. and finally capitulated because they had no other choice, not only didn't