The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1918-12-15
ChristabeI "says Something"

Miss CHRIsTABEL PANKHURsT is
evidently woman Of perception. She
realizes that most Of the political
cure-alls held out to the voter, and
particularly the sociallstic panaceas,
have lacked flavor. They have been
abstract in their offerings, whereas
most people want the concrete. Miss
PANKHURsT goes into particulars as
to what the women of Great Britain
Will get when there Is wOman's
fegime; not what they will get in the
way of passing on the Abyssinlan
budget, but what they will get in
their own houses
THE British Parliament will be re-
sponsible for the electricity that turns
the mangles, cooks the meals and warns
the houseet Why should women drag
coal scuttles about, stand over steaming
wash tubs, spend hours over old fash
toned ranges, which not only eat up coal
but cook the cooks, when by legislation
and electricity the burden OF the world
could be lifted?"
What could make better appeal
TO the women, not only of Britain,
but Of every land where electric lights
have been turned on? Women, we
said. but the Utopian picture Is fas-
cinating to men as well. Every COM
muter, rs well as his wife, knows that
world ruled by Queen CHRIsTADEL
would be happy place; n joyous
land 6 volts, watts, ohms, buttons,
switches and indolent luxury. But
tons, buttons everywhere, and not n
tap of work. One finger, pressing oc-
casionally, would make a life worth
the living
The commuter wakes. 1t is day
light, and he snaps Off the electric
light that has kept his hens laying in
their distant house since 3 A. NJ. 4
push OF button closes his bedroom
windows. Another button doubles the
heat from the electric furnace. A
tap of the finger and the cat is let
in and the dog let out. Within easy
reach of the bed percofator of coffee
begins to bubble. A button is pushed
and his box of razor blades is gently
warmed. Electricity, at the pressure
of the commuters thumb. heats his
bath water.
Mrs. Commuter, slipping her pre-
liminary coffee, reaches for switch
at her bedside-an electric switch
and her Pankhurstian kitchen begins
to operate. The orange squeezer, the
oatmeal pot, the automatic batter
dropper and its companion the cleo
trio griddle; the electric egg breaker
and the electric plate warmer-all
these take up their labors:> In due
time an electric elevator takes the
family to the dining room or brings
a tray upstairs, Meanwhile electrl-
city has gently dragged Mr.. Commu-
ter out of bed and, through n mag
netic device, has put the buttons In
his clean shirt. A photograph, con-
nected with the thermometer and ba-
rometer, tells him the state of the
weather. While he is putting on his
collar, a feat which electricity will
never perform for man, he pushes
buttons which attend to the feeding
Of the chickens, the milking of the
COW and the pumping Of the tires.
To make the detail perfect we
should have an electric voice calling
to the man as he steps into his cleo
trio car: Haven't you forgotten
your Communication ticket" But in
that day Of free electricity there will
be no Communication tickets; railroads
will be free too. So, without care,
he will drive off, waving gayly TO his
wife, now on her way to press the
buttons that attend to the dishwash-
Ing, the busting and the sewing of
the new crepe meteor party dress.