The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-05-20
WHY IS WOMAN
!, RESTLESS? I
DESTINY or NATIONS DEPENDS
UPON coNTENTED HOMES.
BY w. D. Lewis. !

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 a 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'
flying to woman's heart than the pat
ter of children's feet.
Woman 10 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 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 man think OF
his mother without this consecrated
garment?
Why this inordinate thirst for pow.
ers 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 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 Cenate or that his
mother was q noted warrior and her
name a terror to the enemy? Whittier
are we drifting and where will we
land?
/ God Save Us From Hen-Pecked
Nation.
I follow the plow for a living and
i my views may have in them the smell
Of the soil; my hair is turning white
under the frost of many winters and
perhaps / am 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 power for purifying society,
wouldn't give one prayer of my sanity
mother for all the women's votes II
Christendom. AS an agency for goot
government, / 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 fol
good government in her family O
laughing children than in the cab
met of the president of the Unites
States.
The destiny of this nation lies il
the home and not in the Legislative
halls. The hearthstone and the fam
fly Bible will ever remain the sourc
of our inspiration and the Acts of tn
Apostles will ever shine brighter thai
the acts of Congress-.
This country is law-mwi. Why adj
to a statute book, already groanin
under its own weight, the hysterica
cry of woman? II we never had
chance to vote again in d lifetime an
did not pass another law in twenty
five years, we could survive the o.
deal. but without home. civilization
would wither and die
God save these United State
from becoming hen-pecked nation
help us keep sissies out of Congress
and forbid that women become steI
fathers to government, is the praye
of the farmers of this country.