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Are Women People? A Book of Rhymes for Suffrage Times

Are Women People? A Book of Rhymes for Suffrage Times

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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."—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 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

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