At the end of the war, the black man was enfranchised. The white women had been asking for the vote ever since.
Every effort was made to shake this young leader in her fearless stand. All kinds of people came to her and begged her to give up the picketing. One strong friend, a newspaper man, said, “It’s as though you opened the windows and said, ‘There’s a nice big cyclone coming. Come out of your cyclone-cellars, girls, and let’s go in it!’” Denunciations, violence, mobs, murders were predicted.
There was no officer of the National Woman’s Party who did not realize what it meant to go on with such a fight at such a time.
They determined, whatever befell, not to lower their banners; to hold them high.
Alice Paul announced in the editorial columns of the Suffragist, that members of the Woman’s Party would, if they so desired, work for war through various organizations, especially organized for war work, but that the Woman’s Party itself would continue to work only for the enfranchisement of women.
The eyes of the world were now turned on the White House. Distinguished men from all over the country visited the President. Foreign missions came one after another.