A woman shan’t say there shall be no war—and she shan’t take any part in it when there is one; and because she doesn’t take part in the war, she must not vote; and because she can’t vote she has no voice in her Government. And because she has no voice in her Government she is not a citizen; and because she isn’t a citizen she has no rights, and because she has no rights she must submit to wrong; and because she submits to wrong she isn’t anybody. Becoming optimistic, she said, the number of thoughtful and right minded men who will approve equal suffrage are much smaller than we think and, when equal suffrage[5] is an accomplished fact, all will wonder as I have done, what the objection ever was.
The Nineteenth Amendment to the Constitution proclaimed August 26, 1920.
Clara Barton’s simple life was long, and so full of stirring incidents that all the books will not record the whole of it.
The Ox has therefore stretched his yoke in vain.
And the plain ox, That harmless, honest guileless animal, In what has he offended? he whose toil, Patient and ever ready, clothes the land With all the pomp of harvest. THOMPSON—_The Seasons_.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.
The sign of true, not casual, progress, ... is the progress of vegetarianism ... more and more people have given up animal food. TOLSTOI.
I had not then learned the mystery of nerves. CLARA BARTON.
CREDULOUS OX—INNOCENT CHILD—CLARA BARTON, A VEGETARIAN
Among the Puritans the horse was a luxury; the beast of burden was the ox. In the first half of the nineteenth century the ox made possible in Massachusetts even the existence of man. In the snows of winter, at seed time and at harvest, the toiling ox was loyal—faithful to the best interests of the family. The ox himself was unsuspecting, and untutored in the art of deceiving others. He couldn’t think his kindly attentive Master, Man, unappreciative, disloyal—wholly obsessed with greed. He didn’t know that money was above life,—he hadn’t read war-history. He didn’t know that through the love of money, by man, come life’s woes. The ox knew only that _he_ was the friend to man; and he thought man must be _his_ friend. Poor credulous ox! And yet in the child the friendship of the ox is not misplaced. Innocent child! to man and beast Heaven’s best gift, a loyal friend.
