The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1912-07-01
BY ESTHER GRIFFIN WHITE.

6I y n n 1HtF TN VIII =.
The other day the two rival candi-
dates for the presidency of the Ma
tional Federation of Womens Clubs
stood on the platform in San Francisco
with their arms around each other
stating that whichever way the cleo
ton went either was prepared to sup
port the other in defeat or victory.
"Pooh!" you say,
Why pooh" sure enough and yet
again.
Nothing but woman's conven-
tom"
"Old cats!"
Didn't mean anything anyway"
Didn't it?
Well perhaps not Yet it is a fact
that the body whose fortunes they as
pire to guide numbers as many adher-
ents as a political party and counts its
membership by the hundred thousand.
Did you notice rival candidates at
Chicago and Baltimore standing twin
ingly likewise and either sincerely or
hypocritically declare?
Not so you could notice it
Imagine Taft and Roosevelt standing
with their arms round each other
| swearing loyalty to each and all.
| Fancy Bryan and Clark posing thus
| But you can't.
No matter whether it was real or
Gle and one symbolic of womans ad-
vance in acumen if not in breadth of
outlook
| They say women aren't good losers
| But they're the best losers in the
world. Women are constant losers in
the game of life. They always have the
worst of it, even if that has been said
here before and even If there are oc-
cssional exceptions.
Physically and emotionally women
are the overwhelming, but the best los
ers
You'll find more buried tragedy in
the heart and life of one woman than
in that of ten men.
You can see women any day in the
week who have stood calmly by while
their heritage has been impudently
stolen before their very eyes and who
have neither "murmured nor complain
ed"
Women who have sacrificed their
whole lives only to be rewarded with
neglect or contempt and yet who smile
and are silent.
Women insulted to their innermost
sensitive consciousness year after
year, and who grin and bear it,
Women who see youth and beauty
clipping away through the memorable
progress of time with its consequent
melting away of loyalty and admira-
tion. And who still stem the tide gal
lantly.
Woman is the object of remorseless
Nature or God, or whatever it is that
keeps things going. and is moved
down as ruthlessly by the Juggernaut
AS wheat by reaper
But she loses well.
She backs right up against the wall
end hits out as long as she can. And
when she can stand no longer she
Collapses and sinks into oblivion.
But women are good losers through
training and experience. Not by ma
ture. For the feminine dies hard But
in long and rigorous battle with the
forces that regulate the universe she
las learned wisdom.
And she has become canny.
Therefore the two stand with arms
round each other and say whoever
wins out is the best man and deserves
the laurels.
Men might as we'll take note of this.
Because it is something with which
they will haye to reckon generally
where they are only at present reck-
oning sectionally.
Women are constantly growing in
shrewdness, adroitness, skill and acu.
men in the management and manipula-
ton of big affairs. They are learning
to cast aside the personal for the com
mon good. The smaller for the bigger
The detail for the whole
Through their organizations, like
the Federation of Clubs, they have be.
come past grand masters at organiza.
ton and systematic procedure.
And trained in the management of
finances.
Their nj ton in hodioc Il,