There seems to be a lot of talk about woman suffrage going on lately. It’s in reference to giving women the same right to vote that men have. Some men are in favor of it, while others are not; but, strange to say, the politicians to a man are against giving woman the right to vote, and I’ll tell you why.
A politician can get up in front of a gathering of men, throw out his chest and exclaim: “I am man’s greatest friend”—and they’ll believe him. But can that man get up before a crowd of women and say: “I am woman’s greatest friend”?
“I am man’s greatest friend”
No, sir—not on your life! They wouldn’t believe him—not while there is a bottle of Lydia Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound on the market!
In front of the office of the New York Journal [name local paper] on last election night, a tremendous crowd had gathered. They pushed and squeezed each other in order to get a look at the election returns that were being shown by the stereopticon. An old maid passed that way, and wishing to continue on down the street she said to a police officer standing there: “Officer, can I get through that crowd?”
“Officer, can I get thru that crowd?”