Are Women People?

by Alice Duer Miller.

ARE WOMEN PEOPLE?

A Consistent Anti to Her Son

("Look at the hazards, the risks, the physical dangers that ladies would be exposed to at the polls."--_Anti-suffrage speech_.)

You're twenty-one to-day, Willie, And a danger lurks at the door, I've known about it always, But I never spoke before; When you were only a baby It seemed so very remote, But you're twenty-one to-day, Willie, And old enough to vote.

You must not go to the polls, Willie, Never go to the polls, They're dark and dreadful places Where many lose their souls; They smirch, degrade and coa.r.s.en, Terrible things they do To quiet, elderly women-- What would they do to you!

If you've a boyish fancy For any measure or man, Tell me, and I'll tell Father, He'll vote for it, if he can.

He casts my vote, and Louisa's, And Sarah, and dear Aunt Clo; Wouldn't you let him vote for you?

Father, who loves you so?

I've guarded you always, Willie, Body and soul from harm; I'll guard your faith and honor, Your innocence and charm From the polls and their evil spirits, Politics, rum and pelf; Do you think I'd send my only son Where I would not go myself?

Our Idea of Nothing at All

("I am opposed to woman suffrage, but I am not opposed to woman."--_Anti-suffrage speech of Mr. Webb of North Carolina_.)

O women, have you heard the news Of charity and grace?

Look, look, how joy and grat.i.tude Are beaming in my face!

For Mr. Webb is not opposed To woman in her place!

O Mr. Webb, how kind you are To let us live at all, To let us light the kitchen range And tidy up the hall; To tolerate the female s.e.x In spite of Adam's fall.

O girls, suppose that Mr. Webb Should alter his decree!

Suppose he were opposed to us-- Opposed to you and me.

What would be left for us to do-- Except to cease to be?

Lines to Mr. Bowdle of Ohio

("The women of this smart capital are beautiful. Their beauty is disturbing to business; their feet are beautiful, their ankles are beautiful, but here I must pause."--_Mr. Bowdle's anti-suffrage speech in Congress, January 12, 1915_.)

You, who despise the so-called fairer s.e.x, Be brave. There really isn't any reason You should not, if you wish, oppose and vex And scold us in, and even out of season; But don't regard it as your bounden duty To open with a tribute to our beauty.

Say if you like that women have no sense, No self-control, no power of concentration; Say that hysterics is our one defence Our virtue but an absence of temptation; These I can bear, but, oh, I own it rankles To hear you maundering on about our ankles.

Tell those old stories, which have now and then Been from the Record thoughtfully deleted, Repeat that favorite one about the hen, Repeat the ones that cannot be repeated; But in the midst of such enjoyments, smother The impulse to extol your "sainted mother."

On Not Believing All You Hear

("Women are angels, they are jewels, they are queens and princesses of our hearts."--_Anti-suffrage speech of Mr. Carter of Oklahoma_.)

"Angel, or jewel, or princess, or queen, Tell me immediately, where have you been?"

"I've been to ask all my slaves so devoted Why they against my enfranchis.e.m.e.nt voted."

"Angel and princess, that action was wrong.

Back to the kitchen, where angels belong."

The Revolt of Mother

("Every true woman feels----"--_Speech of almost any Congressman_.)

I am old-fashioned, and I think it right That man should know, by Nature's laws eternal, The proper way to rule, to earn, to fight, And exercise those functions called paternal; But even I a little bit rebel At finding that he knows my job as well.

At least he's always ready to expound it, Especially in legislative hall, The joys, the cares, the halos that surround it, "How women feel"--he knows that best of all.

In fact his thesis is that no one can Know what is womanly except a man.

I am old-fashioned, and I am content When he explains the world of art and science And government--to him divinely sent-- I drink it in with ladylike compliance.

But cannot listen--no, I'm only human-- While he instructs me how to be a woman.

The Gallant s.e.x

(A woman engineer has been dismissed by the Board of Education, under their new rule that women shall not attend high pressure boilers, although her work has been satisfactory and she holds a license to attend such boilers from the Police Department.)

Lady, dangers lurk in boilers, Risks I could not let you face.