The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-04-30
4 GUY HAWKES.
 IN PETT|COATS Woman Hides Under House
 of Parliament FORTY-EIGHT HOURS Strange Experience of Miss Emily Wilding Davison--Her Menu Was Meat L ozenges. Biscuits,
 Limejuice and Water
From the London Express.

From the London Express.
 It has often been hinted by rude It, tie boys that some suffragists, when on the warpath, look like the celebratedy Guy Hawkes..
 But it has been left for Miss Emily Wilding Davison to accomplish all that Guido Hawkes. did-that is, to conceal herself under the houses of parliament for 46 hours.
 She hid in the very room where Guy Hawkes. died an anteroom lea ding out of the celebrated golden chapel-crypt of St. stephen, where M. P.'s sons are baptised.
 T just went round with a party she told an Express representative last night, and at a quarter to four, when they all went up the crypt stairs, 1 stayed behind the door.
 Ut was pitch dark, and I did not know what there might be in the room, so I dared not make a noise.
 There was dramatic moment later in the afternoon when an M. P.-I do not know who it was, but he had such nice voice-brought down two women to the room where I was hiding and said oh, yes. This is where Guy Fawkes died.' One of the women shud- dered as she peered into the darkness, and said, I wonder if there are any ghosts here? If she had come one inch my hat behind the door. I held my breath, but nobody saw me.
 Sleeping on the Floor
 'I found, however, after they had left, that the outer door was locked. "So then I tried 10 move about in the darkness and make myself comfortable This place must tell you, is dark all day. But l was so afraid of making a noise that by nightfall I had discovered whether there was anything in the room, so I slept as best 1 could sitting on the floor with my back to the wall.
 T had some food with me. This was my menu:
 Meat lozenges.
 Circuits.
 Limejuce and water.
 "It grew rather monotonous after a time.
 By morning though it, was still quite dark I found there were some boxes near, so I dragged them together behind tho
 
 bed. So l passed all Sunday. You have no idea how monotonous it seemed; and I was greatly troubled because the cod air made me cough, and though I sup pressed it as best I could, though some one would hear me.
 T slept little on Sunday night, but woke at 5, because l wanted, as soon as the door opened, to rush into the house if I could and hide myself until I could stand up and say, MT Asquith, withdraw your veto from the womans bill and the women will withdraw their veto from the census.
 'I climbed some rails and found I was in St. Stephens chapel; I also found that there was electric light and now and then turned it on for mon,eqt.
 Discovered
 "Then, to my horror, a cleaner came in. He cleaned the chapel through, creeping inch by inch nearer by little dark room. At last he opened the door and it banged against my box bed He peeped cautiously,very cautious ly-round and saw me-
 "rhen he leant back and said, You'd better come out
 'So I came. I pleaded with him not to say anything about me. I said an M. P. had already overlooked me, so could
 
 do my duty and locked me in while he fetched the police. That was at half past one this afternoon.
 'The inspector and the matron rec ognized me at once. l was taken to Canonrow and there let out"
 Miss Davisons escapade was men, toned in the house of commons yes- terday.
 Mr. Dudley Ward. replying to a ques- tion by Dr. Esmonde, said he had Just been informed that lady was found in the crypt of the houses of parlia ment that morning. Presumably she was there in order to avoid the census. The
 ,e"d to take at pres ent was to inform the president of the local government board, so that she might be enumerated with the rest of the population.