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Title: Women's Wild Oats
Essays on the Re-fixing of Moral Standards

Author: C. Gasquoine Hartley

Release Date: January 4, 2007 [EBook #20283]

Language: English

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WOMEN'S WILD OATS

ESSAYS ON THE RE-FIXING OF MORAL STANDARDS

BY

C. GASQUOINE HARTLEY

_Author of "The Truth About Woman," "Motherhood and the Relationships of
the Sexes," etc._

[Illustration]

"_For her house inclineth unto death, and her paths unto the
dead._"--PROV. ii. 18.

NEW YORK
FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
PUBLISHERS

_Copyright, 1920, by_
FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY

_All Rights Reserved_

To MY HUSBAND AND MY SON

CONTENTS

PAGE
INTRODUCTORY 7

THE PROSPERITY OF FOOLS 19

THE COVENANT OF GOD 52

THAT WHICH IS WANTING 81

"GIVE, GIVE!" 113

IF A CHILD COULD CHOOSE? 150

FORESEEING EVIL 192

CONCLUSION 223

APPENDICES 229

WOMEN'S WILD OATS

INTRODUCTORY

WOMAN'S CARNIVAL

"To the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet."--Prov.
xxvii. 7.

The sudden collapse of the war left us in a daze. After the years of
inhuman strain it was hard to ease off tension to the almost forgotten
conditions of peace. I recall that ever to be remembered day, November
11th, 1918--Victory Day. In the early hours before noon I was in London,
and my young son was with me. Everywhere was an atmosphere of anxiety,
an unusual stillness. Men in little groups of two and three stood here
and there, soldiers in larger numbers loitered or walked slowly along
the pavements; girls and women waited at the doors of business houses
and shops, where inside nobody seemed attending