The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-08

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air If shirked the job. Two hundred
| and twenty women. Mr.. President, and
every one of them with her jaw sot
and her teeth showing! ] was in the
civil war, and l once charged n bat
terry of ten guns all by my lonesome,
but l wasn't half so scared as when
the accusing eyes Of those women
were turned upon me.
The Arraignment.
"Old Pap Pinkham. stand up" says
Mrs. Slam, the president.
don't lose three wags Of Il dogs
tail getting there.
"Why did Mr. Taft in his campaign
speeches encourage us to believe that
he favored female suffrage"
"It was his business as a politician
and n candidate to encourage every
body" l answered.
A murderous murmur swept up and
down the hall.
"He didn't mean that we should
have our rights?"
"He had TO use howery language,
marm."
"And he was using It when he pledg-
ed the full dinner pail?'
Full of water marm. That's tho
way It has always been"
"Dldn't he mean that the cost Of liv-
ing was TO go down."
"Some more fiowery language. marm
No president can set the price for q
bunch Of radishes, and he thought you
knew It,"
"And where are cheaper shoes and
clothes" she demands, and every 9TH
er woman in the hall yells "Where?"
"Jest his little way, marin. They
all have to promise something"
"And he has no sympathy with the
suffrage movement? lie will not let
the country know he favors it?"
Called to Declare Himself.
"Too busy, marin, explaining the
other things"
ooh, he Is, eh? Wen see about
that. Pap Pinkham, this meeting de-
Inands TO know exactly where you
stand yourself. You have whitfield
from one side TO the other, but there
! Is TO be no more of it. Are you for
as or agin us right to the end"
| Mr.. President, l want to die for my
country, but l want to die my own
way. There Is no glory IN dying by
the pitchfork route. Let me be struck
by GOO pound shell while leading a
brigade into battle. / took ten sec.
onds TO think OF these things, and
then, as that ominous murmur swell
ed up again, said:
please, marin, and ladies all, but
my intentions are honorable"
"Pap Pinkham, that won't do"
"Then I'll say I'm not agin ye,"
replied.
But are you for us?"
Mr.. President, 1 was cornered.
There are years OF happiness before
me, and I don't want to lose a darn
day. AS postmaster of Jericho it was
probably my duty to hunt for few
more ambiguous replies, but / heard
family butcher knives clashing against
each other, and wited and replied:
81 am for you, marin, and baked
beans goes down cents can tomor-
row morning"
Couldn't help It, Mr.. President.
could have outrun bear or climbed a
tree agin wolves, but what are you
going to do when 900 women are ach'
ing to jab you with pltchforks or NOV
you down with scythes?
And after my case was disposed OF
Mrs. Slam blandly asks;
"Hos any lady any resolutions to pre-
sentT
Then up bobs Mrs. Bloodgood and
presents the following. which is adopt
ed with a whoop:
Whereas, President Taft was using flow
cry language in his campaign speeches
| and
whereas, IIo thinks he has soft soaped
our cause and laid us on the shelf; now
| therefore,
Resolved, That committee OF twenty
women be named by Mrs. Slam 10 proceed
TO Washington and the White House and
camp down there until straight pledge
Is received; and be II further
Resolved. That the Washington police
interfere at their peril; and be II further
Resolved. That any resort 10 dodging the
issue by President Taft be checked al
| once as twenty determined women can
even check an avalanche; and be II fur
| ther
Resolved, That II he pledges himself 10
our cause he win be permitted 10 live on,
but II found to be against us-bln!
On to Washington
The committee leaves here tomor-
row, Mr.. President. You have time TO
take TO the woods and find a cave or
you can call out the troops from Fort
Myer, but you'll surely have to do
one or the other, I've had TO make a
flop 10 save my life, and / don't see
any other recourse for you. II It was
grizzlies or lions or tigers or anacon.
das- II amt It's women--des-
perate aud determined. womenl