My typist weeps for hours and hours:
I took her for her weeping powers--
They so delight my business hours.

A woman lives by intuition.
Though my accountant shuns addition
She has the rarest intuition.
(And I myself can do addition.)

Timidity in girls is nice.
My cook is so afraid of mice.
Now you'll admit it's very nice
To feel your cook's afraid of mice.

Democracy

Democracy is this--to hold
That all who wander down the pike
In cart or car, on foot or bike,
Or male or female, young or old,
Are much alike--are much alike.

Feminism

"Mother, what is a Feminist?"
"A Feminist, my daughter,
Is any woman now who cares
To think about her own affairs
As men don't think she oughter."

The Warning

No, it isn't home neglecting
If you spend your time selecting
Seven blouses and a jacket and a hat;
Or to give your day to paying
Needless visits, or to playing
Auction bridge. What critic could object to that?
But to spend two precious hours
At a lecture! Oh, my powers,
The home is all a woman needs to learn.
And an hour, or a quarter,
Spent in voting! Why, my daughter,
You could not find your home on your return.

Evolution

Said Mr. Jones in 1910:
"Women, subject yourselves to men."
Nineteen-Eleven heard him quote:
"They rule the world without the vote."
By Nineteen-Twelve, he would submit
"When all the women wanted it."
By Nineteen-Thirteen, looking glum,
He said that it was bound to come.
This year I heard him say with pride:
"No reasons on the other side!"
By Nineteen-Fifteen, he'll insist
He's always been a suffragist.
And what is really stranger, too,
He'll think that what he says is true.

Intercepted

"Only the worst of them vote."
"Are not the suffragists frights?"
"Nietzsche's the person to quote."
"I prefer love to my rights."

"Are not the suffragists frights?"
"Sex is their only appeal."
"I prefer love to my rights."
"No, we don't think, but we feel."

"Sex is their only appeal."
"Woman belongs at the loom."
"No, we don't think, but we feel."
"Doesn't it rub off the bloom?"

"Woman belongs at the loom."
"Isn't the speaker a bore!"
"Doesn't it rub off the bloo