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THE WIDENING SUFFRAGE STREAM
IN my chapters on Miss Anthony I bridged the twenty years between 1886 and 1906, omitting many of the stirring suffrage events of that long period, in my desire to concentrate on those which most vitally concerned her. I must now retrace my steps along the widening suffrage stream and describe, consecutively at least, and as fully as these incomplete reminiscences will permit, other incidents that occurred on its banks.
Of these the most important was the union in 1889 of the two great suffrage societies—the American Association, of which Lucy Stone was the president, 1 and the National Association, headed by Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton. At a convention held in Washington these societies were merged as The National American Woman Suffrage Association—the name our association still bears— and Mrs. Stanton was elected president. She was then nearly eighty and past active work, but she made a wonderful presiding officer at our subsequent meetings, and she was as picturesque as she was efficient.
Miss Anthony, who had an immense admiration for her and a great personal pride in her, always escorted her to the capital, and, having worked her utmost to make the meeting a success, invariably gave Mrs. Stanton credit for all that was accomplished. She often said that Mrs. Stanton was the brains of the new association, while she herself was merely its hands and feet; but in truth the two women worked marvelously together, for Mrs. Stanton was a master of words and could write and speak to perfection of the things Susan B. Anthony saw and felt but could not herself express. Usually Miss Anthony went to Mrs. Stanton's house and took charge of it while she stimulated the venerable president to the writing of her annual address. Then, at the subsequent convention, she would listen to the report with as much delight and pleasure as if each word of it had been new to her. Even after Mrs. Stanton's resignation from the presidency— at the end, I think, of three years—and Miss Anthony's election as her successor, “Aunt Susan” still went to her old friend whenever an important resolution was to be written, and Mrs. Stanton loyally drafted it for her.
Mrs. Stanton was the most brilliant conversationalist I have ever known; and the best talk I have heard anywhere was that to which I used to listen in the home of Mrs. Eliza Wright Osborne, in Auburn, New York, when Mrs. Stanton, Susan B. Anthony, Emily Howland, Elizabeth Smith Miller, Ida Husted Harper, Miss Mills, and I were
ELIZABETH CADY STANTON
[Description: Greyscale image scanned in black and white photo at 250 dpi of Elizabeth Cady Stanton.]CARRIE CHAPMAN CATT
[Description: Greyscale image scanned in black and white photo at 250 dpi of Carrie Chapman Catt>]LUCY STONE, FOUNDER AND EDITOR OF THE "WOMAN'S JOURNAL"
[Description: Greyscale image scanned in black and white photo at 250 dpi of Lucy Stone. The founder and editor of the “Woman's Journal.”]MARY E. LIVERMORE
[Description: Greyscale image scanned in black and white photo at 250 dpi of Mary A. Livermore.]Most of the conversation in Mrs. Osborne's home was contributed by Mrs. Stanton and Miss Anthony, while the rest of us sat, as it were, at their feet. Many human and feminine touches brightened the lofty discussions that were constantly going on, and the varied characteristics of our leaders cropped up in amusing fashion. Mrs. Stanton, for example, was rarely accurate in giving figures or dates, while Miss Anthony was always very exact in such matters. She frequently corrected Mrs. Stanton's statements, and Mrs. Stanton usually took the interruption in the best possible spirit, promptly admitting that “Aunt Susan” knew best. On one occasion I recall, however, she held fast to her opinion that she was right as to the month in which a certain incident had occurred.
“No, Susan,” she insisted, “you're wrong for once. I remember perfectly when that happened, for it was at the time I was beginning to wean Harriet.”
Aunt Susan, though somewhat staggered by the
Miss Anthony meekly subsided.
Mrs. Stanton had wonderful blue eyes, which held to the end of her life an expression of eternal youth. During our conventions she usually took a little nap in the afternoon, and when she awoke her blue eyes always had an expression of pleased and innocent surprise, as if she were gazing on the world for the first time—the round, unwinking, interested look a baby's eyes have when something attractive is held up before them.
Let me give in a paragraph, before I swing off into the bypaths that always allure me, the consecutive suffrage events of the past quarter of a century. Having done this, I can dwell on each as casually as I choose, for it is possible to describe only a few incidents here and there; and I shall not be departing from the story of my life, for my life had become merged in the suffrage cause.
Of the preliminary suffrage campaigns in Kansas, made in company with “Aunt Susan,” I have already written, and it remains only to say that during the second Kansas campaign yellow was adopted as the suffrage color. In 1890, '92, and '93 we again worked in Kansas and in South Dakota, with such indefatigable and brilliant speakers as Mrs. Catt
The Colorado victory gave us two full suffrage states, for in 1869 the Territory of Wyoming had enfranchised women under very interesting conditions, not now generally remembered. The achievement was due to the influence of one woman, Esther Morris, a pioneer who was as good a neighbor as she was a suffragist. In those early days, in homes far from physicians and surgeons, the women cared for one another in sickness, and Esther Morris, as it happened, once took full and skilful charge of a neighbor during the difficult birth of the latter's child. She had done the same thing for many other women, but this woman's husband was especially grateful. He was also a member of the Legislature, and he told Mrs. Morris that if there was any measure she wished put through for the women of the territory he would be glad to introduce it. She immediately took him at his word by asking him to introduce a bill enfranchising women, and he promptly did so.
The Legislature was Democratic, and it pounced
When the territory applied for statehood, it was feared that the woman-suffrage clause in the constitution might injure its chance of admission, and the women sent this telegram to Joseph M. Carey:
“Drop us if you must. We can trust the men of Wyoming to enfranchise us after our territory becomes a state.”
Mr. Carey discussed this telegram with the other men who were urging upon Congress the admission of their territory, and the following reply went back:
“We may stay out of the Union a hundred years, but we will come in with our women.”
There is great inspiration in those two messages— and a great lesson, as well.
In 1894 we conducted a campaign in New York, when an effort was made to secure a clause to enfranchise women in the new state constitution; and for the first time in the history of the woman-suffrage movement many of the influential women in the state and city of New York took an active part in the work. Miss Anthony was, as always, our leader and greatest inspiration. Mrs. John Brooks Greenleaf was state president, and Miss Mary Anthony was the most active worker in the Rochester headquarters. Mrs. Lily Devereaux Blake had charge of the campaign in New York City, and Mrs. Marianna Chapman looked after the Brooklyn section, while a most stimulating sign of the times was the organization of a committee of New York women of wealth and social influence, who established their headquarters at Sherry's. Among these were Mrs. Josephine Shaw Lowell, Mrs. Joseph H. Choate, Dr. Mary Putnam Jacobi, Mrs. J. Warren Goddard, and Mrs. Robert Abbe. Miss Anthony, then in her seventy-fifth year, spoke in every county of the state sixty in all. I spoke in forty, and Mrs. Catt, as always, made a superb record. Miss Harriet May Mills, a graduate of Cornell, and Miss Mary G. Hay, did admirable organization work in the different counties. Our disappointment over the result was greatly soothed by the fact that only two
Among these campaigns, and overlapping them, were our annual conventions—each of which I attended from 1888 on—and the national and international councils, to a number of which, also, I have given preliminary mention. When Susan B. Anthony died in 1906, four American states had granted suffrage to woman. At the time I write—1914—the result of the American women's work for suffrage may be briefly tabulated thus:
- Number of State Year Won Electoral Votes
- Wyoming 1869 3
- Colorado 1893 6
- Idaho 1896 4
- Utah 1896 4
- Washington 1910 7
- California 1911 13
- Arizona 1912 3
- Kansas 1912 10
- Oregon 1912 5
- Alaska 1913 —
- Nevada 1914 3
- Montana 1914 4
SUFFRAGE STATUS
FULL SUFFRAGE FOR WOMEN
- Number of State Year Won Electoral Votes Illinois 1913 29
PRESIDENTIAL AND MUNICIPAL SUFFRAGE FOR WOMEN
- Number Goes to of Electoral State House Senate Voters Votes
- Iowa 81-26 31-15 1916 13
- Massachusetts 169-39 34-2 1915 18
- New Jersey 49-4 15-3 1915 14
- New York 125-5 40-2 1915 45
- North Dakota 77-29 31-19 1916 5
- Pennsylvania 131-70 26-22 1915 38
WIDENING SUFFRAGE STREAM
STATES WHERE AMENDMENT HAS PASSED ONE LEGISLATURE AND
MUST PASS ANOTHER
To tabulate the wonderful work done by the conventions and councils is not possible, but a consecutive list of the meetings would run like this:
- First National Convention, Washington, D.C., 1887.
- First International Council of Women, Washington, D.C., 1888.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1889.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1890.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1891.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1892.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1893.
- International Council, Chicago, 1893.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1894.
- National Suffrage Convention, Atlanta, Ga., 1895.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1896.
- National Suffrage Convention, Des Moines, Iowa, 1897.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1898.
- National Suffrage Convention, Grand Rapids, Mich., 1899.
- International Council, London, England, 1899.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1900.
- National Suffrage Convention, Minneapolis, Minn., 1901.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1902.
- National Suffrage Convention, New Orleans, La., 1903.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1904.
- International Council of Women, Berlin, Germany, 1904.
- Formation of Intern'l Suffrage Alliance, Berlin, Germany, 1904.
- National Suffrage Convention, Portland, Oregon, 1905.
- National Suffrage Convention, Baltimore, Md., 1906.
- International Suffrage Alliance, Copenhagen, Denmark, 1906.
- National Suffrage Convention, Chicago, III., 1907.
- International Suffrage Alliance, Amsterdam, Holland, 1908.
- National Suffrage Convention, Buffalo, N. Y., 1908.
- New York Headquarters established, 1909.
- National Suffrage Convention, Seattle, Wash., 1909.
- International Suffrage Alliance, London, England, 1909.
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C., 1910.
- International Council, Genoa, Italy, 1911.
- National Suffrage Convention, Louisville, Ky., 1911.
- International Suffrage Alliance, Stockholm, Sweden, 1911.
- National Suffrage Convention, Philadelphia, Pa., 1912.
- International Council, The Hague, Holland, 1913
- National Suffrage Convention, Washington, D.C.; 1913.
- International Suffrage Alliance, Budapest, Hungary, 1913.
- National Suffrage Convention, Nashville, Tenn., 1914.
- International Council, Rome, Italy, 1914.
The winning of the suffrage states, the work in the states not yet won, the conventions, gatherings, and international councils in which women of every nation have come together, have all combined to make this quarter of a century the most brilliant period for women in the history of the world. I have set forth the record baldly and without comment, because the bare facts are far more eloquent than words. It must not be forgotten, too, that these great achievements of the progressive women of to-day have been accomplished against the opposition of a large number of their own sex—who, while they are out in the world's arena fighting against progress for their sisters, still shatter the ear-drum with their incongruous war-cry, “Woman's place is in the home!”
Of our South Dakota campaign in 1890 there re-mains only one incident which should have a place
The crowd was so great that it was only through the courtesy of Major Pickler, a member of Congress and a devoted believer in suffrage, that Miss Anthony, Mrs. Catt, and the rest of us were able to secure passes to the convention, and when we reached the hall we were escorted to the last row of seats on the crowded platform. As the space between us and the speakers was filled by rows upon rows of men, as well as by the band and their instruments, we could see very little that took place. Some of our friends pointed out this condition to the local committee and asked that we be given seats on the floor, but received the reply that there was “absolutely no room on the floor except for delegates and distinguished visitors.” Our persistent
Just before the convention was called to order it was announced that a delegation of influential Indians was waiting outside, and a motion to invite the red men into the hall was made and carried with great enthusiasm. A committee of leading citizens was appointed to act as escort, and these gentlemen filed out, returning a few moments later with a party of Indian warriors in full war regalia, even to their gay blankets, their feathered head-dresses, and their paint. When they appeared the band struck up a stirring march of welcome, and the entire audience cheered while the Indians, flanked by the admiring committee, stalked solemnly down the aisle and were given seats of honor directly in front of the platform.
All we could see of them were the brilliant feathers of their war-bonnets, but we got the full effect of their reception in the music and the cheers. I dared not look at Miss Anthony during this remarkable scene, and she, craning her venerable neck to get a glimpse of the incident from her obscure corner, made no comment to me; but I knew what she was
After the election, when we analyzed the vote county by county, we discovered that in every county whose residents were principally Americans the amendment was carried, whereas in all counties populated largely by foreigners it was lost. In certain counties—those inhabited by Russian Jews— the vote was almost solidly against us, and this notwithstanding the fact that the wives of these Russian voters were doing a man's work on their farms in addition to the usual women's work in their homes. The fact that our Cause could be defeated by ignorant laborers newly come to our country was a humiliating one to accept; and we realized more forcibly than ever before the difficulty of the task we had assumed—a task far beyond any ever undertaken by a body of men in the history of democratic government throughout the world. We not only had to bring American men back to a belief in the fundamental principles of republican government,
The Kansas campaign, which Miss Anthony, Mrs. Catt, Mrs. Johns, and I conducted in 1894, held a special interest, due to the Populist movement. There were so many problems before the people— prohibition, free silver, and the Populist propaganda —that we found ourselves involved in the bitterest campaign ever fought out in the state. Our desire, of course, was to get the indorsement of the different political parties and religious bodies, We succeeded in obtaining that of three out of four of the Methodist Episcopal conferences—the Congregational, the Epworth League, and the Christian Endeavor League—as well as that of the State Teachers' Association, the Woman's Christian Temperance Union, and various other religious and philanthropic societies. To obtain the indorsement of the political parties was much more difficult, and we were facing conditions in which partial success was worse than complete failure. It had long been an unwritten law before it became a written law in our National Association that we must not take partisan action or line up with any one political party. It was highly important, therefore, that either all parties should support us or that none should.
The Populist convention was held in Topeka before either the Democratic or Republican convention, and after two days of vigorous fighting, led by Mrs.
At the Democratic convention we made the same appeal, and were refused. Instead of indorsing us, the Democrats put an anti-suffrage plank in their platform—but this, as the party had little standing in Kansas, probably did us more good than harm. Trouble came thick and fast, however, when the Republicans, the dominant party in the state, held their convention; and a mighty struggle began over the admission of a suffrage plank. There was a Woman's Republican Club in Kansas, which held its convention in Topeka at the same time the Republicans were holding theirs. There was also a Mrs. Judith Ellen Foster, who, by stirring up opposition in this Republican Club against the insertion of a suffrage plank, caused a serious split in the convention. Miss Anthony, Mrs. Catt, and I, of course, urged the Republican women to stand by their sex, and to give their support to the Republicans only on condition that the latter added suffrage to their platform. At no time, and in no field of work, have I ever seen a more bitter conflict in progress
It was at the time of these campaigns that I was elected Vice-President of the National Association and Lecturer at Large, and the latter office brought in its train a glittering variety of experiences. On one occasion an episode occurred which “Aunt Susan” never afterward wearied of describing. There was a wreck somewhere on the road on which I was to travel to meet a lecture engagement, and the trains going my way were not running. Looking up the track, however, I saw a train coming from the opposite direction. I at once grasped my hand-luggage and started for it.
“Wait! Wait!” cried Miss Anthony. “That train's going the wrong way!”
“At least it's going somewhere!” I replied, tersely, as the train stopped, and I climbed the steps.
Looking back when the train had started again, I saw “Aunt Susan” standing in the same spot on the platform and staring after it with incredulous eyes; but I was right, for I discovered that by going up into another state I could get a train which would take me to my destination in time for the lecture that night. It was a fine illustration of my pet theory that if one intends to get somewhere it is better to start, even in the wrong direction, than to stand still.
Again and again in our work we had occasion to marvel over men's lack of understanding of the views of women, even of those nearest and dearest to them; and we had an especially striking illustration of this at one of our hearings in Washington. A certain distinguished gentleman (we will call him Mr. H—) was chairman of the Judiciary, and after we had said what we wished to say, he remarked:
“Your arguments are logical. Your cause is just. The trouble is that women don't want suffrage. My wife doesn't want it. I don't know a single woman who does want it.”
As it happened for this unfortunate gentleman, his wife was present at the hearing and sitting beside Miss Anthony. She listened to his words with surprise, and then whispered to “Aunt Susan”:
“How can he say that? I want suffrage, and I've told him so a hundred times in the last twenty years.”
“Tell him again now,” urged Miss Anthony. “Here's your chance to impress it on his memory.”
“Here!” gasped the wife. “Oh, I wouldn't dare.”
“Then may I tell him?”
“Why—yes! He can think what he pleases, but he has no right to publicly misrepresent me.”
The assent, hesitatingly begun, finished on a sudden note of firmness. Miss Anthony stood up.
“It may interest Mr. H—,” she said, “to know that his wife does wish to vote, and that for twenty years she has wished to vote, and has often told him so, though he has evidently forgotten it. She is here beside me, and has just made this explanation.”
Mr. H— stammered and hesitated, and finally decided to laugh. But there was no mirth in the sound he made, and I am afraid his wife had a bad quarter of an hour when they met a little later in the privacy of their home.
Among other duties that fell to my lot at this period were numerous suffrage debates with prominent opponents of the Cause. I have already referred to the debate in Kansas with Senator Ingalls. Equaling this in importance was a bout with Dr. Buckley, the distinguished Methodist debater, which had been arranged for us at Chautauqua by Bishop Vincent of the Methodist Church. The bishop was not a believer in suffrage, nor was he one of my admirers. I had once aroused his ire by replying to a sermon he had delivered on “God's Women,” and by proving, to my own satisfaction at least, that the women he thought were God's women had
As the hall in which we were to speak was enormous, he declared that one of two things would certainly happen. Either I would scream in order to be heard by my great audience, or I would be unable to make myself heard at all. If I screamed it would be a powerful argument against women as public speakers; if I could not be heard, it would be an even better argument. In either case, he summed up, I was doomed to failure. Following out this theory, he posted men in the extreme rear of the great hall on the day of my lecture, to report to him whether my words reached them, while he himself graciously occupied a front seat. Bishop Vincent's antagonistic feeling was so strong, however, that though, as the presiding officer of the occasion, he introduced me to the audience, he did not wait to hear my speech, but immediately left the hall—
When Dr. Buckley rose to reply the next day these friends were again awaiting him with an equally jocund display of the suffrage color, and this did not add to his serenity. During his remarks he made the serious mistake of losing his temper; and, unfortunately for him, he directed his wrath toward a very old man who had thoughtlessly applauded by pounding on the floor with his cane when Dr. Buckley quoted a point I had made. The doctor leaned forward and shook his fist at him.
“Think she's right, do you?” he asked.
“Yes,” admitted the venerable citizen, briskly, though a little startled by the manner of the question.
“Old man,” shouted Dr. Buckley, “I'll make you take that back if you've got a grain of sense in your head!”
The insult cost him his audience. When he realized this he lost all his self-possession, and, as the Buffalo Courier put it the next day, “went up and down the platform raving like a Billingsgate
It was also at Chautauqua, by the way, though a number of years earlier, that I had my much misquoted encounter with the minister who deplored the fashion I followed in those days of wearing my hair short. This young man, who was rather a pompous person, saw fit to take me to task at a table where a number of us were dining together.
“Miss Shaw,” he said, abruptly, “I have been asked very often why you wear your hair short, and I have not been able to explain. Of course”—
“No,” I told him. “There is a reason, as you suggest. But it is not that one.”
“Then why—” he insisted.
“I am rather sensitive about it,” I explained. “I don't know that I care to discuss the subject.”
The young minister looked pained. “But among friends—” he protested.
“True,” I conceded. “Well, then, among friends, I will admit frankly that it is a birthmark. I was born with short hair.”
That was the last time my short hair was criticized in my presence, but the young minister was right in his disapproval and I was wrong, as I subsequently realized. A few years later I let my hair grow long, for I had learned that no woman in public life can afford to make herself conspicuous by any eccentricity of dress or appearance. If she does so she suffers for it herself, which may not disturb her, and to a greater or less degree she injures the cause she represents, which should disturb her very much.
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