Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1915-07-02
WHY IS WOMAN
RESTLESS?
DESTINY OF NATIONS DEPENDS
UPON COMMENTED HOMES.
BY w. D. Lewis.
President Texas Farmers Union.

does she grow restless under the
crown of womanhood? Why is she
weary of the God-given jewel of moth.
erhood? Is 1t 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 graft.
flying to woman's heart than the pat.
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 it's motherly
folds, tottering children have learned
to play hide and seek and from 1t
youth learned to reverence and re-
spect womanhood. Can man think of
his mother without this co&secrated
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.
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
fllibusters In the Senate or that his
mother was 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.
follow the pillow 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 little old-fashioned,
but believe there is more moral in.
nuence 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 a power for purifying society, I
wouldn't give one prayer of my sanity
mother for all the women's votes In
Christendom. AS an agency for good
government, I 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
met 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 law-mad. Why add
to 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
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