ife, no old yellow cat has anything on a
prejudice. You may kill it with your own hands, bury it deep, and sit
on the grave, and behold! the next day, it will walk in at the back
door, purring.

Take some of the prejudices regarding women that have been exploded and
blown to pieces many, many times and yet walk among us today in the
fulness of life and vigor. There is a belief that housekeeping is the
only occupation for women; that all women must be housekeepers, whether
they like it or not. Men may do as they like, and indulge their
individuality, but every true and womanly woman must take to the nutmeg
grater and the O-Cedar Mop. It is also believed that in the good old
days before woman suffrage was discussed, and when woman's clubs were
unheard of, that all women adored housework, and simply pined for
Monday morning to come to get at the weekly wash; that women cleaned
house with rapture and cooked joyously. Yet there is a story told of
one of the women of the old days, who arose at four o'clock in the
morning, and aroused all her family at an indecently early hour for
breakfast, her reason being that she wanted to get "one of these horrid
old meals over." This woman had never been at a suffrage meeting--so
where did she get the germ of discontent?

At the present time there is much discontent among women, and many
people are seriously alarmed about it. They say women are no longer
contented with woman's sphere and woman's work--that the washboard has
lost its charm, and the days of the hair-wreath are ended. We may as
well admit that there is discontent among women. We cannot drive them
back to the spinning wheel and the mathook, for they will not go. But
there is really no cause for alarm, for discontent is not necessarily
wicked. There is such a thing as divine discontent just as there is
criminal contentment. Discontent may mean the stirring of ambition,
the desire to spread out, to improve and grow. Discontent is a sign of
life, corresponding to growing pains in a healthy child. The poor
woman who is making a brave struggle for existence is not saying much,
though she is thinking all the time. In the old days when a woman's
hours were from 5 A.M. to 5 A.M., we did not hear much of discontent
among women, because they had not time to even talk, and certainly
could not get together. The horse on the treadmill may be very
discontented, but he is not disposed to tell his troubles, for he
cannot s