The Washington herald., 1917-06-29
PICKETS GO TO JAIL
CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE.

SO-NA4NS III Nun ANA- ONL
After supper We read a while, then
held a little meeting in the corridor.
Miss Vernon played on an asthmatic
organ and all the other women pris-
oners gathered about and Joined in
the songs. The colored women. in
another corridor, pressed close to the
iron grating that separated them from
us. and helped in the singing. Then
Miss Vernon made little speech, the
women sitting around on their little
camp stools never missing a word.
One old colored woman became so
impressed with Miss Vernon's talk
she INDUCED in frequent camp meet
ing calculations, and at the finish
was one OF the many who pledged
themselves to our cause.
At o'clock we had to get ready
for bed. Bed? What a misnomer.
The little iron shelves in each cell
are hardly wide enough to permit a
person to turn over without landing
on the floor and the mattresses were
never made for comfort. And the
sheetsi Clean and new-the matron
assured US that like the towels, they
had never been used, or washed-but
Of the thickness of a blanket and
stiff enough to remind one OF the
starched bosom of a gentleman's
evening shirt. But after our day of
excitement these little discomforts did
not long keep me from sleep. Our
cell doors were not locked.
In the morning we had boiled rice,
molasses. bread and coffee. Then we
read while, a stream OF sympathetic
visitors began to arrive. kilograms,
flowers and messages OF cheer ar
rived every few minutes.
Mr.. Zinkham, the superintendent.
called upon us with Dr. James A. Gan
non, the physician of the Jail.
The doctor facetiously remarked that
this was a nice little picnic for us
We replied that this was not the way
We regarded our stay in Jail. We
were here because We were determin-
ed to carry on our rights for justice
in way We are convinced is right
He then said every man in the Dis
trict OF Columbia where the vote is
denied should certainly be a support
er of female suffrage" as he was
himself.
retorted. This is time that men
must translate their feeling into ac-
ton. Urge the President to help en-
franchise women"
why. I'm afraid I'd soon be in a
jail downstairs IL l did," answered
the doctor.
Apparently the events OF the past
few days have caused men to fear to
speak to the President concerning ma
tional woman suffrage
At dinnertirne We had the piece de
resistance" of the meal, a sort of
stew or broth. which corresponds to
what the soldiers call "slum." It was
served from large kettle and every
body dips in. We got our coffee,
without milk or sugar. from the
mouth of a large watering pot But
we are soldiers for a just cause and
have no complaint to make
II has all been strange and unreal
to me and even now, after a day and
night as prisoner. in the same
corridor with criminals and detectives
l cannot realize that in free country
innocent women can be subjected to
such treatment for bravely defending
what they believe to be right and for
urging that our boosted democracy be
made a democracy of fact 1t is this
amazing thing that buoys us all up,
for We realize that the little hard
ships and indignations We are suf-
fcrinE row are laying the founda-
ton for the establishment of equal
rights for men and women in this
glorious republic of ours. which then
will he in fact, "the land of the free
and the home of the brave"