In Chicago, before the women took a hand, the disposal of the garbage cost the city $4,000 a month; now it nets a profit of $2,000 a month, and yet people wonder why the grafters are so dead set against votes for women.
The various parties seem to be having a hard time with the “political uplift.” Some day it will occur to them that until women lend a hand they will be trying to lift themselves by their bootstraps.
They opened a big hotel in Los Angeles a few months ago for men only, and already they announce that henceforth women also will be welcomed as patrons. Funny, isn’t it, when hotels for women only are flourishing all over the country, that the men couldn’t flock alone in a single one?
Before the last committee hearing on woman suffrage in Washington, Mrs. Dodge, national president of the “antis,” announced that the members of Congress had been sufficiently bored, so to speak, and her forces would not appear. The love of the limelight was too strong, however, and there they were in the center of the stage, singing the old, sweet song, “Woman’s place is at home in the bosom of her family.”
The turkey trot and bunny hug have been replaced by the goose waddle, which is really much more indicative of those who dance it.