hours
    At a lecture!  Oh, my powers,
      The home is all a woman needs to learn. 
    And an hour, or a quarter,
    Spent in voting!  Why, my daughter,
      You could not find your home on your return.

Evolution

    Said Mr. Jones in 1910: 
    “Women, subject yourselves to men.” 
    Nineteen-Eleven heard him quote: 
    “They rule the world without the vote.” 
    By Nineteen-Twelve, he would submit
    “When all the women wanted it.” 
    By Nineteen-Thirteen, looking glum,
    He said that it was bound to come. 
    This year I heard him say with pride: 
    “No reasons on the other side!”
    By Nineteen-Fifteen, he’ll insist
    He’s always been a suffragist. 
    And what is really stranger, too,
    He’ll think that what he says is true.

Intercepted

    “Only the worst of them vote.” 
      “Are not the suffragists frights?”
    “Nietzsche’s the person to quote.” 
      “I prefer love to my rights.”

    “Are not the suffragists frights?”
      “Sex is their only appeal.” 
    “I prefer love to my rights.” 
      “No, we don’t think, but we feel.”

    “Sex is their only appeal.” 
      “Woman belongs at the loom.” 
    “No, we don’t think, but we feel.” 
      “Doesn’t it rub off the bloom?”

    “Woman belongs at the loom.” 
      “Isn’t the speaker a bore!”
    “Doesn’t it rub off the bloom?”
      “Oh, it’s a fad—­nothing more.”

    “Isn’t the speaker a bore!”
      “Nietzsche’s the person to quote.” 
    “Oh, it’s a fad—­nothing more.” 
      “Only the worst of them vote.”

The Universal Answer

          Oh, there you go again,
          Invading man’s domain! 
    It’s Nature’s laws, you know, you are defying. 
          Don’t fancy that you can
          Be really like a man,
    So what’s the use of all this fuss and trying? 
          It seems to me so clear,
          That women’s highest sphere
    Is being loving wives and patient mothers. 
          Oh, can’t you be content
          To be as you were meant?
        {souls
    For {books belong to husbands and to brothers.
        {votes

Candor

(By an admirer of the late H.C.  Bunner.)

    “I know what you’re going to say,” she said,
      And she stood up, causing him some alarm;
      “You’re going to tell me I’ll lose my charm,
    And what is a woman when charm has fled? 
      And you’re going to say that you greatly fear
      I don’t understand a woman’s sphere;
    Now aren’t you honestly?” “Yes,” he said.