and the saloon influence upon her
two boys, while she had no voice in what taxes her property, or what
might tax her heart by the ruin of a son. There being no question
about woman's right to the ballot, there should be no hesitation on
man's part in bestowing the right.

I now turn from the new woman to the old man. I do not mean the man
old in years; for him I have only words of honor and praise. I mean
the man set in old ways and habits that neutralizes the progress and
wastes the forces of the republic. At the door of this old man lie the
causes of commercial disturbances, depression in trade and recurring
panics more than in the causes stressed by partisans for political
effect.

We should never have hard times in this country. We live in the best
land beneath the sky. It has been well said: "This is God's last best
effort for man." We have soil rich enough to grass and grain the
world. Our vast domain is inlaid with gold, silver, iron and lead of
boundless worth. Deep in the bosom of Columbia are fountains of gas
and oil, sufficient to light and heat our homes for a century to come.
Within these healthful lines of latitude is room enough not only to
house all the peoples of the earth, but to sty all the pigs, stable
all the horses, and corral all the cattle of the world.

To have all these gifts crowned with sunshine and shower, free from
pestilence and famine, we are the most prosperous and should be the
best contented people on the earth. In such a land there should be
perpetual peace and plentiful prosperity. Yet we have hard times after
hard times, and panic after panic. Why is this? If I could tell you
why, it would repay for the time and money spent to hear this lecture.
During the great panic in the nineties Mr. W.C. Whitney of New York,
wrote a letter to a leading New York daily in which he said: "There
are just two causes for this panic; too much silver and too much
tariff." I do not disparage these two problems, but I do say Mr.
Whitney had a very narrow view of a panic. Like many another man, he
had a thorough knowledge of certain things and was totally ignorant of
others.

A Chief Justice of the United States was riding in a carriage with his
family when a shaft broke. It was not broken short off, but shivered
by contact with a post. The Chief Justice had no strings and was in a
dilemma. A negro boy passed by, dressed in rags, whistling a merry
tune. The great jurist hailed the boy, saying, "Boy,