The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-09-07
NEWSPAPERS AND PUBLIC MEN ON SUFFRAGE

petent women will get jobs and leave
only the incompetent women to get
married.
Let us have Ruth in the harvest
field rather than Joan upon the bat
Elements.
Dear ladies. be content. You have
a higher influence than man can ever
WELD in the bearing and the training
of a child" You are the only medium
through which the eyes of man can
learn to look at life with purer vision.
You are the only angels who ever
dweIt on earth. Soil not your wings in
the mire Of the market place. Sit III
the family circle rather than the con
gTess. Esteem the baby above the
ballot and rule righteously in the
home rather than riotously upon the
hustings. BE not jealous of man, for
he is your helpmate and you his. Re
member that the mightiest man who
ever lived was, after all, but the pro-
Duct of a woman.--Edwin D. Lam
bright, Tampa Tribune.
Mr. Edwin D. Lambright is consider
er, and justly, one of the shining lights
of the Florida press and so it i'll be-
fits mere woman, to attempt to enter
the lists against such wit. such logic
and such courtesy as are so well dis
guised in the above letter. which Mr..
I4a1nbright has so kindly consented to
have appear in this edition of The
Journal, published under the auspices
OF the Pensacola Equal Suffrage
League. And yet Mr.. Lambright's
courteous letter deserves a courteous
reply.
Mr. Lambright acknowledges that
the woman movement as he so chiv-
alTOusiy expresses IL, is TO longer the
target for sneers. even from men of
his caustic pen. inasmuch as that
which nc designates as a sentiment il
thu past, has now grown to be what
ne terms a revolution-in skirts-and
irrepressible.
Mr. Lambright chooses his words
and his authority badly, for one OF his
wit and acumen. Robert Burns, whose
poems are dear to every heart that
beats for valor and beauty, was nathe-
less, hardly one to set as paragon to
lay down rules of life even for the
women of his own time. The dust Of
Robert Burns has gone to the max
ing of many Scotch thistles, by this
time. and the women whose beauties
and foibles. virtues and weaknesses,
he so sweetly sang. have gone ito stop
cracks to keep the noorland winds
away.
The women Of today believe not So
much in revolution cas- evolution. Not
SO much in protection as justice. De
corum is the rule with every true wo-
man. Admiration is the Will the
Wisp that women of all ages have
found alluring, but never quite sub
stantial- somewhat, indeed, like Mr..
Lambright's pretty sarcasms.
One is forced to judge, after read |
ing Mr.. Lambright's pleasant letter, |
that ne has been so busy writing
weighty editorials auent the injustices
OF government and brilliant para
graphs on dull themes, that he has |
had little time to give his logical mind !
to the question before the world to-
day. A question that 50 outweighs |
other questions as 10 suggest that |
even one so prone to delightful ievity
might find food for reflection m the |
study of what he so gallantly terms ]
the feminist movement
The emancipation of woman" says |
Mr.. ambright. has kept uniform |
pace with the processes Of civiliZa- |
ton" There Mr.. Lambright has the |
crux of the whole matter, and |
the puzzle is easily answered. 1t is be-
cause the emancipation of woman has |
kept pace with civilization that she is |
perforce breaking from the letters or
the Chrysalis-just as Mr.. Lambright !
may choose to call it
Soil not your wings in the mire |
of the market place. says Mr. Lam |
bright. Nay, wings were never made |
to be dragged in the soil of the market |
place. The angel that is in every |
woman is lowering ABOVE the mar |
ket place where children are being |
sold in bondage Of greed and sin and |
vanity the great Mother Heart of this |
twentieth century is beating with high /
hopes, not of dragging the wings of |
her God given spirit in the filth of the I
market place, but that through the !
work that she is asking TO be allowed !
to do through the ballot, that her |
woman's touch may CLEAN UP |
the filth Of that market place, that !
her children and her children's chill |
dren may be polluted by it no more !
forever.
Ruth in the harvest field, cleaning |