The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1917-07-12
AMERICAN WOMEN

We love women; old women, middle
aged women, young women and lit
tie girls. We love them individually,
collectively and miscellaneously., We
don't know whether this is our chief
est fault or supremest virtue; we only
know it is a fact. We were born that
way and can't help it. The fact that
this affection is sparingly returned,
that the dear creatures smile at our
meager pulchritude, gibe our I'M
seemingly habiliments, giggle at our
scuffling attempts at gallantry, scott
at our clumsy compliments and turn
their backs on us for handsomer and
glibber-tongued men cuts no ice with
us; we keep right on loving them just
the same.
Take bunch of idiosyncrasy, a
bundle of quirks, a pinch of envy, a
modicum of spite, batch of inccn-
sistency, combined with the grace of
a Hebe, the beauty of Venus, the
virtue of the Virgin Mother, and the
love that passeth all understanding;
mix it in with the mortar of femininity
and you have the most glorious of all
creatures-a woman-and the most
glorious of them all is the American
woman.
If we were an "artist fellar" we
would rob the thunder cloud of its
blackness, steal the scintillating bril-
liancy of the lightning's flash, appro-
pirate the rosy hues of dawn and pill
fer the colors of the rainbow, and,
mixing them on the palette of imagin-
alton, would take for our model the
most regal of Gods creations-an
American woman, and with the brush
of inspiration, paint picture and be-
queatn 1T as work of art to the chill
dren of futurity that would make Ra-
phael and all the old masters and mis-
tresses, who daubed in colors( appear
like dubs from Dubville and their So
called works of art like the guadily
colored chromos that are sold on the
counters of the five and ten cent
stores.
Rudyard Kipling, the recognized
king of political cynicism, wrote: "The
female Of the specias is deadlier than
the male"
If some motherly female" had
caught him in his night-shirt, while
this spell of irritation was ailing him,
and had fervently pulled the thatch
that is supposed to cover his brains,
and padded him where his brains re-
ally were, he would have made that
couplet read:
'The female of the species is more
loyal than the male"
or this proposition is true as Holy
Writ.
It is indisputable that the worlds
women are more loyal to God, to hu-
r,anitv, their kindred and their. coun-
try than the self-denominated Lords
of Creation" ever dreamed of being.
The history of the worlds uplife
movements in every line of human
endeavor, since first the flight of time
began, is but a monotonous recapitu-
latlon of feminine organization of
such movements.
This markedly and characteristicai-
ly true of American women. In the
Revolutionary war we find the South
Carolina wife and mother calmly d.
recting burning arrows to the roof of
her domicile, filled with sacred relics
of past generations and hallowed with
the hottest of home associations, and
without the CULVER of an eyelash sto-
ically watched it burn to the ground
because it sheltered the enemies of
her country.
1t was an American woman, in the
war of 1912, who, when her gunner
husband fell at his post, promptly
took his place, and not only performed
his dangerous duties but inspired his
comrades with supernatural heroism
in such a way and manner that vic
tory was snatched from the very jaws
of seemingly overwhelmingly defeat.
Many yet living can remember the
dark days of the early sixties, when
the destinies of the nation hung trem-
bling in the balances of Fate and nc
man could tell which wav the scales
would turn and they will join with us
in testifying to the intense loyalty of
the women of the North in those days
of dole and gloom. There were mighty
few copperheads in skirts. in those
stern days, and the dary-eyed daugh-
tiers Of Dixie, were just as loyal to
their cause as were their sisters of
the North. They moved in solid pha-
Hank against the lads from Yankee