Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-07-30
Woman Is Ruler Over All.

lying W WOuldu 3 uedTI ludu the pau
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 chung 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 its sacred embrace
every generation has hidden its face
in shame; clinging to its motherly
folds, tottering children have learned
to play hide and seek and from it
youth learned to reverence and re-
spect womanhood. Can mar think of
his mother without this ~consecrated
garment?
Why this inordinate thirst for pow
er? 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-
LuICy uG ud6 llFCu III Will. WHY LILLE
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 in his heart to looE
with pride upon the statement that his
honorable mother-in-law was one Of
the most powerful political bosses IL
the country, that his distinguished
grandmother was one of the ablesi
~filibusteFs in the Cenate or that hi:
mother was a noted warrior and hel
name a terror to the enemy? Whithel
are we drifting and where viii W.
land?
God Save Us From a Hen-Pecked
Nation.
1 follow the pillow for a living ant
my views may have in them the smell
of the soil; my hair is turning white
under the frost of many winters anC
perhaps l am a little old-fashioned
but l believe there is more moral in
f1uence in the dress of woman than il
all the statute books of the land. Al
an agency for morality, I wouldn'
give my good old mothers home
made gowns for all the suffragette'i
constitutions and bylaws in the world
AS a power for purifying society,
wouldn't give one prayer of my saint,
mother for all the women's votes il
C~hristendom. AS an agency for gooC
government, l wouldn't give the ples
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 fol
good government in her family o.
laughing children than in the cab
met of the president of the United
States.
The destiny of this nation lies in
the home and not in the legislative
halls. The h~earthstone and the fam
lily 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 law-mad, Why add
to a statute book, already groaning
under its own weight, the hysterical
cry of woman? If we never had a
chance to vote again in a 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 become STEP
fathers to government, is the prayer
of the farmers of this country.