The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1912-06-25
BY ESTHER GRIFFIN WHITE.

"A rose by any other name would
smell as sweet" is sometimes true and
sometimes, then, again it is not.
1t has been proved, however, TO be
the slogan for California.
A woman who attended the Chicago
neutrality-suspicious. one of the two
feminine delegates from that state
said they won out in their campaign
Tor suffrage by eliminating the usual
rhraseology attendant upon runs" Of
this character, and talked exclusively
of the eighth amendment"
Because woman's suffrage" 'suf-
fragette," votes for women" and other
familiar war-crys of the promoters for
the enfranchisement of the submerged
sex are obnoxious TO noble-man
the Californians cannily cast them
temporarily into the ofing and waged
the battle with banners inscribed with
the eighth amendment.
Whether or not the successful issue
OF the campaign was due to this d.
plomatic manipulation can not now be
said.
But the fact remains that the women
of that state now have equal franchise
with men, and that other common
wealths where similar propagandas
have been in progress a much longer
time, are still knocking at the door.
Man is curious animal
More susceptible to surface impress
sjCns than women
Thinking himself, however, far
deeper"
When the truth is that the average
masculine entity is easily swung into
line if approached with even the min
iInum amount of sinuous dizziness.
my husband" said a very pretty,
attractive young woman, whose hus-
band, a politician and lawyer, was as
c;everly managed by her as he fancied
himself managing his constituents,
thinks I'm a chump. And I let him
think so. 1t never occurs to him that
eny other man would look at me. Or
that I'd ever look at any other man"
With which she put the tips of her
daintily shod feet on the veranda rail
and puffed piquantly at her cigarette.
The hour was somewhat past mid
night.
The moon shone bright.
The company was congenial.
The attractive young matron was
chaperoning an unattached young
woman or two at summer place. But
the masculine complexion of the YER
anda party was dominant.
Cooling drinks circulated through
straws.
Vivacious repartee punctured the in
tervals
Chaperonage~ suffered temporary re-
laDses. And in the finale the attrac-
tive young matron played the dragon
with but one man and a few cigarettes
III the of1ng.
The while the clever politician slept
peacefully and sweetly in an upper
chamber.
YES" said the attractive young ma
tron, my husband thinks I'm chump.
l married him when I was nineteen
and didn't know any better. He mar
ried me because he thought l was cute
and pretty, and I've taken care that he
continues thinking so.
But he also thought me stupid.
so | still let him think | am. He
doesn't think l ever see through his
excuses for his lapses. He thinks
don't know there are any lapses. That
l think he's model husband. He's
six feet two and I'm five feet three
And in his mind, our mentalities pre-.
serve the same ratio. He calls me
little woman Regards me with in
diligence Says to himself-'poor lit
thing, it's a shame to fool her like
this Boasts of me as a perfect wife
Is positive adore the ground he walks
on Knows that in him is my sum
total of masculine desirability.
rs, in fact, perfectly satisfied and
1nagnificently complacent.
Now we get on because l let him
think so.
GIVE him his head.
play the part of the clinging vine.
''Of the femininely submissive.
"Of Wifely content
And then" said the remnant OF
the chaperoned party.