The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1916-10-12

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SOME REASONS why WOMEN
SHOULD De FOR vNLS SON
Extract from a speech at Butte.
Montana, October 18th, by Hon. C.
A. Towne of New York. who, under
the auspices of the Democratic
National Committee, is making a
transcontiaental speaking tour
for the reelection of Pres. Will
son:
1T was in the audience hall Of
the Palatial Hotel, Baltimore, New
York. Four hundred women had
assembled, pursuant to a call by
Chairman Mccormick of the De-
moctratic National Committee, 20
organize a nationwide movement
among women for the reelection
of the President. The hall was
crowded. l was the only man
there. l felt somewhat like a
new Claudius at revival of the
Elusinian mysteries. l was i'm
pressed, overawed. Something
.pervasive but elusive, subtle but
dominant, held me in a mood Of
sympathetic anticipation. Here
were women from every uarter
of the great city, from every
walk of it's multifarious life, ev-
cry phase of it's diversified our-
suits. Fifth Avenue was here;
Riverside Drive; Forty-second
Street; the East Side. Society
women there were; artists, auth
ors, newspaper and magazine
writer's; telephone operators; wo-
men AID girls from the factories; !;
stenographers. Silk gowns rust
led against neat but inexpensive
suits of woolen stuff. The cost
ly millinery fashion was in coun-
sci with the modest fiaery of
homely self-resoect. 1t was 4
Democracy Of womanshood.
Almost. Something was yet
wanting. Convention had not
utterly relaxed. In some eyes
still fingered the vague sugges-
tion of difference, the accustom-
ed consciousness of class.
But only for little. The chair
woman, venerable lady from
Boston, Of a long and honorable
history in good works, after few
earnest and informing words, in
,troduced a little, slender, modest
woman in a plain browl suit and
simple hat of black, with a
thoughtful face and large. dark.
luminous eyes. Slowly, but ul-
hesitatingly, she came to the front
of the platform. Her features
lighted up with just the sugges-
tion of smile and her deep
glance swept the faces before
her. She waited for perhaps a
minute. Every movement in the
room ceased. Every noise was
stilled. Every eye was focused
on the little figure in the fore
ground. Reaching out her hands
in graceful gesture, too gentle,
to seem like command, too res
trained to seem like appeal, yet
which was both, she spoke. Her
voice was lbw but resonant; un-
forced and natural, but audible
throughout the assemblage.
''Sisters," she said. A single
word, and paused. The voice had
no accent of assertiveness. 1t
carried no challenge. 1t was
just an unprecedented and ir-
resistible call from the soul of .
workingwoman, wife and mother
to that undercurrent of woman
hood which rolls through all hu-
man history and enlaps the
world.
"Sisters!" The spell sad been
cast. Before it every remnant
of reserve fell from every glance.
When next she spoke it was thru
no modifying medium but heart
tO-heart, one woman to all WO-
men.
'Why am / for the recollection
of Woodrow Wilson," | will tell
you why. 1t is because my
husband is workingnan, and
Woodrow Wilson has done more
for workingmen than any other
President we ever had. 1t is be-
cause l am a workingwoma1, and
Woodrow Wilson has done more
for workingwomen than any other
President. 1t is because my
husband and l have children, and
Woodrow Wilson has done more
for the children of the workers OF
America than any other President
1t is because we want our children
to grow up to a better condition
than our own; because we wish
them to profit by the splendid
school system that the spirit uf
American institutions has opened
to every child: and because we
cannot hope that they may do this
if they they are to face the
drudgcry of premature toll in