WOMEN'S WRONGS IN JAPAN.
[The new Japanese Press Bill prohibits women from becoming Publishers or Editors.—Daily Graphic.]
A Land of flowers and of Art,
Which lived for centuries apart,
Some years ago woke with a start;
Folks, simply dressed by wrappin' knees
In silken robes of dainty hue,
Began to long for something new
The good, the beautiful, the true
No longer charmed the Japanese.
So Western Art improved their lot;
A House of Commons grew. Each got
Boots, trousers, frock-coat, chimney-pot.
"Art? 'E don't care a rap, an' 'e's,"
Saus 'Arry, "sich a swell! I'm blowed
'E'd knock 'em in the Old Kent Road."
You are a sight, dressed à la mode
O too-progressive Japanese!
And yet, to Madame Chrysanthème,
Divided Skirter, Primrose Dame,
And all the rest, are but a name;
It therefore cannot happen ease
Is yours, although men dress like frights,
And even have election fights;
One thing is wanting—Women's Rights,
O fin-de-siècle Japanese!