The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-03-01
EQUAL SUFFRAGE NEWS
Edited by the Local Branch of the
Equal Franchise Society

E4uot EFanSutec SoStcky
Full many . gem Of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear;
Full many q flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air"
To any one who was 30 fortunate as to
be either guest or member OF the Equal
Franchise Society, which met at the home
Of Mrs. MarE Fulton on Tuesday evening.
the deep truth and meaning of the above
little verse must have been clearly APP
parent. II seems almost q crime for the
talent and genius in our midst to be ly-
ing dormant and wasting "its sweetness
on the desert air."
Each of the members had pledged her.
self to assist with the entertainment, and
to say il was . success, but mildly ex-
presses it. Music, both vocal and in
strumental. Rotations. readings and
speeches were the order OF the hour.
The members were all at their best and
each one acquitted herself with high
honor amidst vociferous applause.
The election OF officers passed off In a
most admirable manner Each candi-
date for Office had her opponent, and the
universal good nature exhibited by the
defeated candidates was most remarkable
1t proves, beyond a doubt, that they are
capable Of being as cheerful In the face Of
defeat as they certainly were over the
victory they were celebrating.
After the election Of officers visitors
we're admitted, dainty refreshments were
served, and the programme for the even
ing was announced.
1t would be impossible to do justice to
each individual, therefore l will confine
myself solely to the original poem. writ
ten in the same style and metre as the
celebrated Raven" by Edgar Allen
Poe, and recited by our ex-president.
Mrs. Laura Hoegh. Following is the
last stanza Of the poem.
"Ah, my townsmen, sister, brother, we are
equal one another,
For the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the
world forevermore.
Willing workers you will find us, and in
giving freedom bind us
With a golden chain Of justice to the country
we adore.
Then in answer to our calling. like q bene.
diction falling,
Wrap the robe of Equal Suffrage round us
now forevermore.
This we ask and nothing more"
Although | have been urged by several
Of the members. my own innate modesty
prevents me from mentioning the wonder
full reception accorded the original som
entitled ,"Good-by Sweet Job. Good-by."
which should be classed in up-to.date
~slangology, as a classic scream. 1t also
prevents my mentioning the thunderous
applause which followed as the last notes
died away in a whisper; the encore
which was still better, or the clamorous
demands for copies. l fully realize what
it means to deprive the public of the de-
tails OF this wonderful happening. but
how can l tell you when it was / who
composed and sang the song?
Not long ago one of our sweet young
ladies said to me, What have you done?
You have never had even one public meet
ing" Now We would like to tell this
young lady. and the public also, that we
have never had seven one'' private meet
ing. Our meetings are always public
and we have always been glad to well
come visitors. II We have ommitted in
vitiDg the public through the columns of
the SENTINEL for the last few issues, it
is not because you are not welcome, but
because we have grown somewhat weary
OF repetition and we thought it was thor
oughly understood that ell those who are