The Nevada County picayune., 1915-05-21
WHY |S WOMAN
 RESTLESS?
DESTINY OF NATIONS DEPEkD0
 UPON coNTENTED HOMES.
By w. Q. Lewis.
President Texas Farmers Union.

Why is woman dissatisfied? Why does she grow restless under the crown of womanhood? Why is she weary of the God-given jewel of moth- erhood? Is it not sufficient political achievement for woman that future rulers nurse at her breast. laugh in her arms and kneel at her feet? Can ambition leap to more glorious heights than to sing lullabies to the worlds greatest genuises, chant melodies to master minds and rock the cradle of human destiny?
 God pity our country when the hand shake of the politician is more grati. ter of children's feet
 Woman is Ruler Over All.
 Why does woman chafe under re- straint of sex? Why revile the hand of nature? Why discard the skirts that civilization has clung to since the beginning of time? Why lay aside this hallowed garment that has wiped the tears of sorrow from the face of childhood? In it's sacred embrace every generation has hidden its face in shame; clinging to it's motherly folds. tottering children have learned to play hide and seek and from t youth learned to reverence and re- spect womanhood. Can man think of his mother without this cOnsecrated garment?
 Why this inordinate thirst for pow CT? Is not woman all powerful? Man cannot enter this world without her consent he cannot remain in peace without her blessing and unless she sheds tears of regret over his depar- ture, he has lived Tn vain. Why this longing for civic power when God has made her ruler over all? Why crave authority when man bows down and worships her? Man has given woman his heart, his name and his money. What more does she want?
 Can man find it Tn his heart to look with pride upon the statement that his honorable mother-in-law was one of the most powerful political bosses in the country. that his distinguished grandmother was one of the ablest filibusters in the Senate or that his mother was a noted warrior and her name terror to the enemy? Whither are we drifting and where will we land?
 God Save Us From a Hen-Peeked
 Nation.
 I follow the blow for a living and my views may have in them the smell of the soil; my hair is turning white under the frost of many winters and perhaps I am a little old-fashioned, but I believe there Is more moral in- f1uence in the dress of woman than in all the statute books of the land. As an agency for morality, l wouldn't give my good old mothers home made gowns for all the suffragette's constitutions and bylaws in the world.
 As power for purifying society. wouldn't give one prayer of my saintly mother for all the women's votes in Christendom. As an agency for good government, l wouldn't give the plea of a mothers heart for righteousness for all the oaths of office in the land.
 There is more power in the smile of woman than in an act of congress. There are greater possibilities for good government in her family of laughing children than in the cab inet of the president of the United States.
 The destiny of this nation lies in the home and not in the legislative halls The hearthstone and the fam fly Bible will ever remain the source of our inspiration and the Acts of the Apostles will ever shine brighter than the acts of Congress.
 This country IS nwmad Why add to a statute book, already grooming under Its own weight, the hysterical cry of woman? If we never had chance to vote again in lifetime and did not pass another law in twenty five years, we could survive the or deal, but without home, civilization would wither and die.
 God save these United States from becoming a hen-pecked nation; help us keep sissies out of Congress and forbid that women become step fathers to government, is the prayer of the farmers of this country.