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Title: Are Women People?

Author: Alice Duer Miller

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ARE WOMEN PEOPLE? By ALICE DUER MILLER

ARE WOMEN PEOPLE?

A BOOK OF RHYMES FOR SUFFRAGE TIMES

BY ALICE DUER MILLER

AUTHOR OF "BLUE ARCH," "THE MODERN OBSTACLE." ETC.

TO V.B.W. SLAVE-DRIVER AND FRIEND

Introduction


Father, what is a Legislature?

A representative body elected by the people of the state.

Are women people?

No, my son, criminals, lunatics and women are not people.

Do legislators legislate for nothing?

Oh, no; they are paid a salary.

By whom?

By the people.

Are women people?

Of course, my son, just as much as men are.

To the New York Tribune, in whose generous columns many of these verses first appeared, the author here wishes to express her gratitude.

CONTENTS

Introduction
CONTENTS
TREACHEROUS TEXTS
CAMPAIGN MATERIAL
WOMEN'S SPHERE
A MASQUE OF TEACHERS
THE UNCONSCIOUS SUFFRAGISTS

TREACHEROUS TEXTS

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."โ€”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 coarsen,

Terrible things they do

To quiet, elderly womenโ€”

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."โ€”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 gratitude

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 sex

In spite of Adam's fall.

O girls, suppose that Mr. Webb

Should alter his decree!

Suppose he were opposed to usโ€”

Opposed to you and me.

What would be left for us to doโ€”

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."โ€”Mr. Bowdle's anti-suffrage speech in Congress, January 12, 1915.)

You, who despise the so-called fairer sex,

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."โ€”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 enfranchisement voted."

"Angel and princess, that action was wrong.

Back to the kitchen, where angels belong."

The Revolt of Mother


("Every true woman feels----"โ€”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"โ€”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 governmentโ€”to him divinely sentโ€”

I drink it in with ladylike compliance.

But cannot listenโ€”no, I'm only humanโ€”

While he instructs me how to be a woman.

The Gallant Sex


(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.

Men were meant to be the toilers,

Home, you know, is woman's place.

Have no home? Well, is that so?

Still, it's not my fault, you know.

Charming lady, work no more;

Fair you are and sweet as honey;

Work might make your fingers sore,

And, besides, I need the money.

Prithee rest,โ€”or starve or robโ€”

Only let me have your job!

Representation


("My wife is against suffrage, and that settles me."โ€”Vice-President Marshall.)


I

My wife dislikes the income tax,

And so I cannot pay it;

She thinks that golf all interest lacks,

So now I never play it;

She is opposed to tolls repeal

(Though why I cannot say),

But woman's duty is to feel,

And man's is to obey.

II

I'm in a hard position for a perfect gentleman,

I want to please the ladies, but I don't see how I can,

My present wife's a suffragist, and counts on my support,

But my mother is an anti, of a rather biting sort;

One grandmother is on the fence, the other much opposed,

And my sister lives in Oregon, and thinks the question's closed;

Each one is counting on my vote to represent her view.

Now what should you think proper for a gentleman to do?

Sonnet


("Three bills known as the Thompson-Bewley cannery bills have been advanced to third reading in the Senate and Assembly at Albany. One permits the canners to work their employรฉs seven days a week, a second allows them to work women after 9 p.m. and a third removes every restriction upon the hours of labor of women and minors."โ€”Zenas L. Potter, former chief cannery investigator for New York State Factory Investigating Commission.)

Let us not to an unrestricted day

Impediments admit. Work is not work

To our employรฉs, but a merry play;

They do not ask the law's excuse to shirk.

Ah, no, the canning season is at hand,

When summer scents are on the air distilled,

When golden fruits are ripening in the land,

And silvery tins are gaping to be filled.

Now to the cannery with jocund mien

Before the dawn come women, girls and boys,

Whose weekly hours (a hundred and nineteen)

Seem all too short for their industrious joys.

If this be error and be proved, alas

The Thompson-Bewley bills may fail to pass!

To President Wilson


("I hold it as a fundamental principle and so do you, that every people has the right to determine its own form of government. And until recently 50 per cent, of the people of Mexico have not had a look-in in determining who should be their governors, or what their government should be."โ€”Speech of President Wilson.)

Wise and just manโ€”for such I think you areโ€”

How can you see so burningly and clear

Injustices and tyrannies afar,

Yet blind your eyes to one that lies so near?

How can you plead so earnestly for men

Who fight their own fight with a bloody hand;

How hold their cause so wildly dear, and then

Forget the women of your native land?

With your stern ardor and your scholar's word

You speak to us of human liberty;

Can you believe that women are not stirred

By this same human longing to be free?

He who for liberty would strike a blow

Need not take arms, or fly to Mexico.

Home and Where It Is


(An Indiana judge has recently ruled: As to the right of the husband to decide the location of the home that "home is where the husband is.")

Home is where the husband is,

Be it near or be it far,

Office, theatre, Pullman car,

Poolroom, polls, or corner barโ€”

All good wives remember thisโ€”

Home is where the husband is.

Woman's place is home, I wis.

Leave your family bacon frying,

Leave your wash and dishes drying,

Leave your little children crying;

Join your husband, near or far,

At the club or corner bar,

For the court has taught us this:

"Home is where the husband is."

The Maiden's Vow


(A speaker at the National Education Association advised girls not to study algebra. Many girls, he said, had lost their souls through this study. The idea has been taken up with enthusiasm.)

I will avoid equations,

And shun the naughty surd,

I must beware the perfect square,

Through it young girls have erred:

And when men mention Rule of Three

Pretend I have not heard.

Through Sturm's delightful theorems

Illicit joys assure,

Though permutations and combinations

My woman's heart allure,

I'll never study algebra,

But keep my spirit pure.

Such Nonsense


("Where on earth did the idea come from that the ballot is a boon, a privilege and an honor? From men."โ€”Mrs. Prestonia Mann Martin.)

Who is it thinks the vote some use?

Man. (Man is often such a goose!)

Indeed it makes me laugh to see

How men have struggled to be free.

Poor Washington, who meant so well,

And Nathan Hale and William Tell,

Hampden and Bolivar and Pym,

And L'Ouvertureโ€”remember him?

And Garibaldi and Kossuth,

And some who threw away their youth,

All bitten by the stupid notion

That liberty was worth emotion.

They could not get it through their heads

That if they stayed tucked up in beds,

Avoiding politics and strife,

They'd lead a pleasant, peaceful life.

Let us, dear sisters, never make

Such a ridiculous mistake;

But teach our children o'er and o'er

That liberty is just a chore.

A Suggested Campaign Song


("No brass bands. No speeches. Instead a still, silent, effective influence."โ€”Anti-suffrage speech.)

We are wagingโ€”can you doubt it?

A campaign so calm and still

No one knows a thing about it,

And we hope they never will.

No one knows

What we oppose,

And we hope they never will.

We are ladylike and quiet,

Here a whisperโ€”there a hint;

Never speeches, bands or riot,

Nothing suitable for print.

No one knows

What we oppose,

For we never speak for print.

Sometimes in profound seclusion,

In some far (but homelike) spot,

We will make a dark allusion:

"We're opposed to you-know-what."

No one knows

What we oppose,

For we call it "You-Know-What."

The Woman of Charm


("I hate a woman who is not a mystery to herself, as well as to me."โ€”The Phoenix.)

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