The Syracuse Journal, Volume 20, Number 26, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 27 October 1927 — Page 2

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* By ILMO SCOT! WATSON

I ILL a woman be nomI Ina ted for vice-president In 1928? And If the is. I will be she be elected? I Impossible? j Improbable? It s not aueb an Improbability as might ap pear at tirst glance. For ty or fifty years ago the average American would have said that we would never see a woman In

the halls of congress. Yet Vis* Alice Robertson of Oklahoma and Miss Jeanette Rankin of Montana proved •tberwise. And when the Seventieth congees* convenes In December four women will be occupying seats In the bouse of Tney are Mrs. Mary T. Norton of New Jersey. Mrs. Florence Kahn of California. Mr*. Edith Nourse Roger* of Massa•husett*. and Mrs. Katherine Langley ♦f Kentucky. Twenty years ago the average American would have regarded it as highly Improbable that the voters of a sovereign state would ever elect a woman governor. Yet "out tn the

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MRS. FLORENCE ALLEN great iq>eii spaces of the West, where men are men and women are governors.” Mrs. Miriam Ferguson of Texas and Mrs Nellie Tayloe Ross of Wyoming proved that It wasu’t so Improbable after ail. So tl'a neither impossible nor Improbable that Mrs. American Citixeo may alm even higher than the halls of congress or the executive offices of a statehouse atql we may yet see one of them presiding over the United States senate as “president of the senate and vice-president of the United States." As a matter of fact, the movement to bring that about already is under way. Mrs. W. E. Maulshy. vice chairman of the lowa Democratic women's organizatloo, has announced ihai an effort will be made to obtain the vice-presidential nomination for Mr*. Woodrow Wilson, widow of the war President And from Washington come* the word that the National Women's party is already laying Its lines for a campaign to •elect a woman whose name will ap-

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MRS. BELVA ANN LOCKWOOD pear before either the Republican or DeroocraUc contentions next year as a running mate for the standard bearer of either party. Already several names have been suggested as possibilities. One of them is Mrs. Florence BL Aller a Justice of the Ohio Supreme cou»L who was defeated in a campaign for the senate last year. Another b Mrs. Nedlll McCormick. whose father. Nark Hanna / Ohio, and whose husband. Medlll McCormick of Illinois, both occupied senate seats. It is considered certain that Mrs. McCormick trill be a candidate in the Illinois senatorial campaign if Col. Frank Smith is denied his seat and a vacancy ensue*. Still another la Mr*. Alice Roosevelt Longworth, wife of Nicholas Longworth. speaker of the house. ••Princess Alice" has been one of Washington's striking personalities ever since be- father. CoL Theodore Roosevelt, entered the White House away back ir HM»I and there are those who say that she is a •‘chip off the old Nock* and possesses such charm, tact and political sagacity as to make her a force worth reckoning with tn politics. Os course, her “avail ability" as a vice-presidential pool- • . e ' , < . .6

Light Shed by Moses Still Guides the Race

Monee la the greatest religious Influ •Oce known to history of sll time. Be Is ths guiding spirit of more, ex ’ Istlng legislation than was Inspired by the Sermon on the Mount. The present Industrial order to Mosaic. Chris tfanity and Mohammedism are outgrowths of the Judaism which Mooes Assam • - r* KMUDuea. White teamed professors tn their studies are laboring to disprove the

bility will be contingent upon the success of Speaker Longworth's Preslden- - tial aspirations, but It would be a t strange quirk of fate If political forL ’

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MRS. MEDILL M’CORMICK I tune smiled upon her and frowned upon her husband. Although this is the first time in his I tory that women have been suggested for the office of Vice-president. It is not the first time that they have < aspired to such high office. For twice in our history—although tew AmerI leans may remember the fact-—we have had women candidates for President Thi first time was 55 years ago when Mrs. Victoria Woodhull Martin was the Equal Rights party candidate for the Presidency, in 1872. when U. S. Grant was the Republican nominee and Horace Greeley was the Democratic. In 1884. when Jame. G Blaine was the Republican standard-bearer, and Grover Cleveland the Democratic the Equal Rights party again had a ticket in the field and tn that year Belva Ann Lockwood, a lawyer by - profession and prominent In temperance. peace and suffrage movements. | wa* its candidate. Again in 1888 Mrs. I Lockwood ran against Benjamin Har-

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MRS. FLORENCE KAHN risen, yie Republican nominee, and Cleveland, the Democratic candidate. Os course, neither Mrs. Martin nor Mrs. Lockwood— to use the argot of the day—“got to first base” with their candidacies, but the former waged a s|>ectucular campaign and was a striking figure in her day. which was lung before the era of the “Hew womau." Cnsuccesstu! Presidentiiil candidates usually slide back’ Into the obHOon of public forget fulness. But not so with Mrs. Martin. Three years ago the memory of her catuimigu was revived by the following Associated Press dispatch from Loudon, England: The gift to th* Anglo-Amerlcsa *•- •octation of an ancient English manor house to b* u*«d as a buatel by American pilgrtmn to Btilsrave manor, the homt »t Georg* VV .ishington's ancestor*. brings out of obcurlty a woman once knotsn from on* *nd Os th* Unit*d State* to th* other. For th* di-uor of the manor house th* venerable Mt*. Victoria Woodhull Martin, candidnt* for th* Pre*Mency ot th* United State* in 18TS along with General Grant and Horae* «r*et*y. Mra Martin, then M.n Woodhull, wa* th* nominee of the E<.usl Rights party. That was the year {Resident Coolidge

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MRS. MARY T. NORTON wa* born; John W. 1 avi* wa* not born until th* following year. General Daw** was learning Sunday school text* and Mr. LaFollett* wa* seventeen years old. Famous tor her beauty not less than

historical existence of the alleged lawgiver, around the comer comes the protector of urchin and sage, the Irish poticeman, whose steps beet out the etenufl words of Moses: “Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not steal.* His life seems actually to have been the historical bridge between superstition and religion. His own religion had a content of superstition, but through the windows of his personal

for her radical views on all questions respect Ina woman's status in society. Mrs. Woodhull made a spectacular fight tn a campaign which closed with the re-election of General Grant and Greeley's tragic death. But she had demonstrated that a woman could run tor President, even though the women of the nation as a whole were not to receive the franchise until nearly half a century later. But Mrs. Woodhull Martin has lived to see the suffrage fight won. not only by th* women of her native America, but by English women as welL and from the retirement of her home a’ Norton Park. Bredon's Norton, up In Worcestershire, at the age of eighty«ix. she looks out upon a world which today cheerfully accepts for women the enlarged horison for which she was fighting two generations ago. Born in Ohio In 1838. she was the widow of Dr Canning Woodhull when she made a speaking tour of England One of her audience In old St. James hall was the late John Bidulph Martin. English banker and philanthropist. Their marriage followed, and the woman who had startled the United States by running for the Presidency came to England to reside. j And early this year that memory was revived again by the following . A. P. dispatch from Brighton, England: Mrs. Victoria Claflin Woodhull Martin, the first woman candidate for the ( ———

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MRS. WOODROW WILSON i Presidency of the United States—in I 1878—and long a tighter for equal suffrage, believes that twenty-five is plenty young enough for men and women to obtain the franchise. In 1872 Mrs. Martin carried the banner of equal ; uffrage in Maine and California as Presidents) candidate of the Equal Rights party and at eightyeight she Is still interested in promoting the emancipation of women. “1 want women io have the vote as soon as they are fit to use It.” Mrs Martin told a correspondent for the Associated Press, “but 1 do not believe In forced maturity. Twenty-five Is young enough.. for persona of both sexes to exercise the franchise." Mrs. Martin war seated with her daughter. Miss Virginia Woodhull. In their apartment here when she received the correspondent. Time has no, dimmed the eyes of this spirited woman who, with her sister, the late Lady Cook, formerly Tennessee Claflin,' was the first woman broker in New York and lectured and published "Claflin's Weekly” In support of equal suffrage and eugenics before they both came to England. The surprised interviewer, who expected to And the western advocate of equal suffrage ready to defend the •'flapper vote" as it is termed by op-

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MRS. EDITH NOURSE ROGERS nonenta of the bill to give British women the vote at the age of twentyone. the same as men. Instead of thirty. asked: "But what of yourself at twentypne?” "1 was making history when I wss twenty-one.” Mrs. Martin replied, “bui i was a wife when little more than a child. My son was tx>rn when I was very young and I had an unusually advanced education at horn*. My case was •xeeptioaaL” “But what about your daughter?" Mrs. Martin was asked, “surely she was fit to vot* at twenty-one." “Certainly not.” sh* replied. "Mother Is right," Mis* Woodhull agreed with good humor. "1 knew nothing when I was tweniy-on*. although 1 was studious and had read a great deal I question if even th* modern emancipated girl la a sufficient ;udge of character to discriminate between political candidates.” The fit me of Mra. Belva Ana Lockwood doe* not reet upon her Preaidential aspirations. Although she was second In the Presidential race she was first in another field of activity, that of being the first woman lawyer admitted to practice before the Supreme court. In order to obtain this privilege she had to get a hill through congress permitting women to practice law and then she worked for three

experience our human race saw a bright light where hitherto had been darkness.—Charles Francis Potter, in the Woman’s Home Companion. Son-Kissed Bath Water Every person who has boarded has come to contact with the dsrices used by the landlady to curb bls too frequent use of hot water Nor to the problem confined to the renter of room* In the city. ' A woman who was on vacation rented a room In a snail country town, to

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years to create a favorable sentiment toward women pleading before the highest judicial body of the land. When her efforts were ended every

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mrs. Nellie tayloe ross court in the United States was open to her and never again was a woman lawyer’s application denied because of her sex or because she was a married woman, as in Mrs. Lockwood'* case. Mrs. Lockwood was born in New York in 1830. and a desire for an education became her ruling passion. At eighteen she was the bride of Uriah McNeil, a young farmer, and at the age of twenty-three, a widow with a baby daughter to support. Still determined to secure an education, she worked her way through Genesee col lege and became principal of the Lockport schools and later of the McNeil seminary at Oswego. At the dose of the Civil war she went to Washington to tench and to study law. but another marriage. this time to Dr. Ezekiel Lockwood, an army chaplain, in ISGB. Interfered with the progress of her career. He died nine years Idler and she turned again to study. She received degrees from Syracuse and the National University Law school In Washington, which gave her the equipment to make the fight for admission

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MRS. KATHERINE LANGLEY to practice before any court tn the country. She was one of the early workers for. equal rights for men and women and drafted und brought about the passage of a bill equalizing the pay ot women in the government service with that of men for equal work. Rut II was perhaps her labor in the Interest of world peace which brought her her greatest fame. For .*W years she was a members of the Universal Peace union and took part In the first Peace con gress In 1885. She complied the peace treaties of the United State®, studied them and brought uhotit the introduction of the first bill In congress for an international arbitration court. Al though she was sixty yei.rs of age at the time of the Peace congress In London In 1880. she remained abnmd to take a course of lectures at Oxford. At the age of eighty-two she returned to Kurope to carry a i>eace message to the woman of the world. And In IHI6. a year bvfnre her death, she gave an address on the re-election of Woodrow

MRS. ALICE LONGWORTH Wilson, because of his effort* in bo- , half of international peace, and tier address was widely used ss campaign literature.

which no bouse boasted modern conveniences. The second morning after her occupancy of the room she teent ! downstairs in seeking means of obtaining hot water for a bath. “1 have a little here in the teakettle which you may have." gracious- ‘ ly offered the landlady. “Too know tn | the summer we usually set water out ; in the hot sun. and In a few houra.lt is hot enough for a both. That saves fuel, you see." Happiness loves company, too.

EACH WOMAN’S WISHES (® bv D X Wtlsh. > EDITH LESTER entered her mother’s bedroom like a breeze of the May morning. She was I a vivid young woman in becom Ing motor clothes of the most expensive make. *but her gay smile gave way to a frown of disapproval as she saw the work upon which the older woman was engaged. “Mother! You’re not darning those old stockings!” “They're not old, deat And they’re for too good to throw away. You'll never notice the mended place. I’m taking lots of pains.” "1 know." Edith laid her hand on the slender drooping shoulder, then lifted It to her mother’s white hair and rearranged a lock tenderly. “But. dearest—l had laid those away to go to the cook. > I —l don’t have to wear darned stockings now and you most certainly don’t have to darn them.” She was instantly sorry that, she bad said this when she saw the faint tremor of pain that crossed her mother’s delicate face. "Come!" she went >n brightly. “Put away your work and go with Marc and me. We’re go Ing for a run into town lunch at the Spafford inn and a bit of shopping afterward. It’s too glorious a morn Ing to spend Indoors.” Again that faint tremor. Mrs. Sher man glanced from the window at the big gray car. standing at the enrb. and then up at her daughter’s ques tinning face. “Dear child! If you will just go without me. I —l’ve got some little things 1 want to do. I " she paused. “Nonsense! Come, mother.” Mrs. Sherman sighed. “I’d rather stay here —’’ but she half arose. Edith bit her lip. Mother certainly behaved most proyoklngly at times. “Never mind. Stay if you choose Os course. I want you to do what you like best?’ she said rather shortly and ran out of the room, struggling with rears of disappointment. “Wouldn't she come?” Marc Lester asked as his wife appeared. Edith merely shook her head in silence. As her husband drove toward town she sat beside him thinking about her mother. She felt that she no longer understood her mother. Now that Marc’s new affluence made it possible for them to do everything for Mrs Sherman she seemed willing to accept no more than she had in the past, it was not that mother was old or III; mother with her lovely spirit could never be old or ill. It was simply a pronounced Indifference to the things that Edith found so delightful—the motor trips, the charming dinner par ties, the fine house with Its beautiful furniture and obliging servants. She was as disappointed as a child In not having her mother with her Then a pretty thought came to her Why not take a bit of town back home to mother? If she could find the thing she wanted! She did find the very thing she wanted In an exclusive shop—a gown of dull blue with a touch of lace, a gleam of rhinestones. Think of moth er in that dress with her white hair waved ! She would be beautiful. Her heart was light as they sped home ward. Carrying the box she ran upstairs to mother’s room. Mother sat In the sunny window knitting lace. Knitting lace! She arose and kissed her daugh ter. And then Edith took the dress front the box. “For you. dearest! Put it on. Let me see if It fits.” It did fit. But that odd little tremor crossed mother’s face as she looked down at the rich breadths, touching lace and ornament with her small, crooked-fingered hand. “It’s lovely But—l've never worn color, you know, dear, since your fa ther died. Won't it look foolish on an old woman like me? Besides. It must have cost a lot of money?” “What difference does that make?” Edith cried, almost sharply “Money is of no consequence if you are pleased.” ’ “You are sweet, dear, and Marc Is •enero»w.” But mother’s face did not light hccause of the gift. “I had company. Sally came over to lunch. We' had it up here—«n a tray. I thought you wouldn't mind ” “Os course not! You're to do exactly a* you please Incthls bouse. But. Edith felt again that wave of disap pointmenL Site had failed again to reach her mother. She went downstairs and out npou the porch where she sat down to think. Bnt unable to reason things but she sprang up presently and ran down the street and round the cor ner and through a lane until she came to a low. old-fashioned white house with a trellis over the door. Here on

America Had Horses Before Spanish Came

At the time of the discovery ot America and it* exploration by the early Spaniards, this continent is thought to have had no native horses Be that as It may. !n the prehistoric period Just preceding our own time, known as tl« Pleistocene or so-called “Ice age.” truq horses of iiany vari etie.~ roamed In great numbers over most of the American continents, both North and South: and their fossil remains have been found In all parts of the United States. In Mexico. Central and South America, and far north In Alassr even beyond the Arctic circle. The horses of this period were all modem In type, and In life differed little or not at all In general appearance from the horse of today, but each kind possessed certain features which, to the naturalist, marked them as difr tinct from their living relatives and from each other. Like the living horse they were relatively long limbed with a single toe and hoof on each foot, and their skulls were long-mus-cled with deep jaws to accommodate

the doorstone knitting luce which looked oddly familiar sat a stout, sweet-faced woman, who smiled welcome'' through her glasses. “Dear Mrs. Rollins, you are mother’s dearest and oldest friend. Can you tell me what’s the matter witlt her*’ “Why. there isn't a single living thing the matter with your mother, Edith. She’s as well as I am, and! that’s saying a good deal.” “Oh. yes. 1 know her health’s good. It Isn’t that It's—oh, Mrs. Rollins! 1 You know how i love my mother and’ how 1 want to repay her for all she) has done for me. and how willing and able we are to give her all the lovelythings she has had to do all her life. When we go in the new car she prefers to stay at home. When 1 buy her pretty things she does not enjoy them. Nothing I do seems to give her pleasure. It Is a tragedy. It—is breaking my aeart.” Edith’s' head went down with a sob. The older woman patted her head gently. “You’re making too much of It, Edith.” Mrs. Rollins said. “I guess maybe it’s because you don’t understand your mother as well as I do. We’re old together, you see. Just as we were young together. I know how poor your folks always were. Your ' father did his best but he was never a great earner. Your mother had to skimp and save.. Probably you didn’t know how much, but I guess your mother had to cut all the corners while she was bringing you up. Os course you're grateful as any loving child would be, and now that Marc’s making so much money you want to heap your mother with favors. You want to make her dreams come true. She’s been showing me things today that you’ve given her and If you could see how she cherishes them, how proud she is to be remembered. But she doesn’t really want fine lace and sable neckpieces. I shouldn’t wonder if most jf the things you do »’or are way over her head, like that music you took us to hear the other evening. It was mostly sounds to tue till they played Home. Sweet Home.” t As the older woman talked Edith lifted her head, looking into those honest, loyal eyes. She even smiled now faintly. “When your mother sees you happy and fortunate she’s got all she ever wished for.” Mrs. Rollins went on softly. “She's happy to see you happy. But she does appreciate not having to think about money troubles. She sits in that pretty room with her work basket and pile of religious journals and feels all the contentment and peace of tnind that she’s never known before. Her requirements an n't matpy now—just quiet and love and seeing you happy. Those are her wishes There's an old saying 1 heard long ago. ’Each woman's wishes are her heaven.’ It’s true. Your mother's got her wish, Edith” Edith grasped the caressing old hand and put it to her lips it was all clear to her now She had misunderst*»od mother. Mother didn’t want blue dresses or parties. Mother had her wish. It was an enlightened Edith that fiew home to mother. Her mother still sat by the window but she was not working now. She was gazing at something she held in her hand—something she tried to put out of sight. But Edith gently got possession of her mother’s hand and drew the little secret forth, it was a tiny photograph of a little girl In checked gingham with pigtails “Mother, darling .’” cried Edith, then suddenly they were both laughing tremulonsly yet heartily over that funny treasure of mothers —the picture of Edith herself when she .was seven. Sad Day Coming Four year-old Buddy was s|>eculat- ; Ing on the sad future that life held for his little one-year-old sister. “Mother.” he said, “Betty's a little girl. Isn't she?” “Yes, dear.” “Well, does she know she’s a girl?" “She probably hasn't given the matter much thought.” replied mother. j “Gee! I'll bet she’ll be sorry when she finds it nut. don't you. mother?” Beautiful Idea of Death What is our death but a night’s sleep? For as through sleep all weariness and faintness pass away and cease, and the powers of the spirit <-ome back again, so that in the morning we arise fresh and strong and ioy«»us: so at the last day we shall rise again as if we bad only slept a night, and shall be fresh and strong.—Martin Lather. • I Trees for Six Poets Six American poets were honored when Itees were planted on Riverside drive. New York city, says the American Tree association. The poets are Whitman. Bryant. Whittier. Longfellow. Emerson and Joyce Kilmer, author of the famous noem on trees The trees were planted by the Worn *n’s league.

the long, high-crowned teeth so characteristic of the tiKMlern horse. In size they ranged from little animals no bigger than the smallest Shetland pony to kinds that excelled the largest draft horse., The period of existence of these horses extended over many thousands* of year add as * group they seemed to have been very well fitted to continue on the American continent. Why they did nnr is an unsolved problem.—Scientific Monthly. Straws The dictionary says that a straw, besides being a stalk or stem of brain, may be “a thing *of smallest worth; a mere trifle” or a“» fact considered as an indication.” “Straw* show which way the wind blows." according to the proverb, and a straw vote ils an unofficial poll which, of no value in Itself, may give an IrMlcation 0s to how the real vote will go. A straw boss Is one of low station or petty authority.

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