Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1912-10-14

make bullets. When the women OF .
country begin to do that-look out!
It's an awe inspiring process to
watch-this melting Of the pewter. You
may SEQ It done by dropping into the
bare little shop on the street floor Of an
Soffice building Just a block or so off
State street. You know the place by
the flag that hangs outside. The flag
gives It the look Of a recruiting office.
That's what 1t is--a recruiting office.
II there were a sign outside 1t might
read something like this:
Men and women wanted between
the ages Of one and one hundred. to
Join the United States Army Of Pro-
gressive Hard Work. No pay Inquire
within"
The recruiting officers within are
found to be: one bona fide countess
looking wonderfully boyish and trim
and uncountesslike in a severe black
suit and untrimmed hat; one brand
new bride with fluffy feather thing
about her throat: one business-like
young woman in brown. They are
there to answer questions. dispense
Progressive literature. sell Progressive
certificates and stamps. and adorn oil
corners with a Moose pin or button.
Day after day, week after week. they
have pledged their time and energy
until the elections in November. And
there are plenty Of pleasanter. more
frivolous pastimes for bona fide count
esses and brand new brides and busi-
nesslike young women in brown to do,
than to sit all day long in a dark, stuff
fy. bare little downtown store room,
fno1tin0 AoVvv, rawto,. for h,,IIots
The merest accident sent me there.
A conversation overheard-no shame
lessly and openly listened TON
fashionable tea room. When you want
to know what's going to be worn next
week. you 60 to that tea room They're
wearing It there this week. At the
next table sat frivolous looking little
blond person in blue serge and one of
those sneaky looking little hats they're
wearing. With her was a plump, ma
tronly. eye-glassed woman. They were
drinking countless cups Of tea, eating
squares Of delicious looking buttered
toast and talking-what do you think?
BY all the laws Of custom. supersti-
ton and femininity they should have
been discussing the superiority Of the
plated skirt over the panier. But no.
They were talking politics. Aggressive
Progressive politics. They were talk
ing Of q wonderful system whereby
women were to be given chance to
help In the cause of Progressiveism.
J. I leaned over.
where is this place."
The little blond In the skittish hat
showed no surprise or displeasurc at
being addressed by an unknown. That
Is a new bond OF sisterhood that
common interest is weaving for wom-
en-. She told me.
"And you'll know it by the flag that
nhangs outside
1t was wonderful thing to watch
the men and women who came into
that recruiting office. There came
first cocky little messenger boy In
his hand was message marked
Rush"
Say. gimme one of them buttons,
will your" He pinned it on his coat.
stopped outside the door to survey the
Roosevelt johnson pictures in the
window, remembered his rush message
and trotted off.
A man hobbled in. He walked with
the wooden. uncertain gait Of one
whose spine Is wrong. There was
about him the look Of the an-out-
of-a-job
I'm cornice worker" he explained.
apologizing for his very existence. II
got hurt a year ago. My back. I'll
get q Job as soon as my feet get to
acting right I'll buy one OF them
certificates az soon as I get a Job.
but here's a nickel. It's all I got"
He showed his nickel over the count
.er to the bona fide countess. She took
it, wide-eyed. He shuffled out
There entered blond young man.
clean-cut. virile. red-cheeked. Dollar
certificate" he said. briskly. Moose
pin? Thanks. How does that look on a
lgrey suit?'
! Two women followed. Well dressed,
they were. intelligent looking. of the
type that might be Of the office or the
home. 1t was hard to tell.
The next man lined up at the pine
table rather sheepishly. He took a let
ter from his pocket, I'm a Wilson
man. But got a letter today from a
girl know. She's working for the