A Spade’s A Spade
By Ethel R. Peyser
(In “Judge.”)
She’s treated by him like a queen,
She’s helped across the streets,
She’s given every courtesy
That every woman greets;
And yet he thinks the vote for her
Would signal grave defeats.
She trained and reared his able sons,
She helped him make his cash,
She advised him in his business,
She made him act less rash;
And yet he thinks the vote for her
Would be “just so much trash.”
She answers all his business notes
In a manner quite “parfait,”
She does all his stenography
And seems to have great sway;
And yet he thinks the vote for her
Would bring “naught but dismay.”
She knows the whys of stocks and bonds,
She knows statistics dull,
She keeps him up on markets
And knows the price to cull;
And yet he thinks the vote for her
“Would be an awful mull.”
She’s placed on rate commissions,
She takes part in great debates,
She is asked for her opinion,
She knows causes, bills, and dates;
And yet he thinks the vote for her
Would cause the fall of States.
She’s the brains of large conventions,
She knows well the social trend,
She has written books of civics,
She has made great forces blend;
And yet the vote for such as she
He cannot comprehend!