The Winslow mail., 1915-06-05


rulers nurse at her breast, laugh III
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 graft
flying to woman's heart than the pat
ter Of childrens 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 it's face
in shame clinging to it's motherly
folds, tottering children have learned
to play hide and seek and from it
youth learned to reverence and re-
spect Womanhood Can man think Of
his mother without this consecrated
garment?
Why this inordinate thirst for pow
err? 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 depara
ture, he has lived in 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 in 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 Genate or that his
mother was a noted warrior and her
name terror to the enemy? Whittier
are we drifting and where will we
land?
God Save Us From a Hen-Pecked
Nation.
I follow the plow for living and
my views may have i'll 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 / believe there is more moral in
| fluence in the dress of woman than in
all the statute books of the land. AS
an agency for morality, | wouldn't
give my good old mothers home
! made gowns for all the suffragette's
| constitutions and bylaws in the world.
AS a power for purifying society, l
| wouldn't give one prayer OF my sanity
! mother for all the wOrnen's votes in
Christendom. AS an agency for good
| government, / wouldn't give the plea
| of 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.
met of the president of the United
States
The destiny of this nation lies in
the hcme and not in the legislative
halls. The hearthstone 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 laWmad 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 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.