me to time? How long do you
think our streets would be infested with men walking up and down
seeking whom they might devour, and with women doing the same?
While some of you must work, as you are doing, giving heart and
soul to the mitigation of the horrors of our semi-barbaric
conditions, I must strike at the cause which produces them.

To the women of Kansas:

I hope your State association won't do the foolish thing of wasting
your time in asking the legislature to pass a law granting
"presidential" suffrage to women. Our chances in your State have
been postponed, if not absolutely killed, because of municipal
suffrage, and now if you should induce your legislature to give
"presidential" suffrage and the women should thwart the men's
wishes in their votes for President, as they already have done with
their limited franchise, you would be doomed never to get the right
to vote for congressmen, governor and legislators. I wish women
never would ask for any but full suffrage; and also that they would
stop asking the legislatures to submit an amendment to the voters,
until they have created public sentiment enough to get at least one
of the leading parties to stand for it from year to year. We have
been working at the top with the members of legislatures,
delegates to conventions, etc., too long; it is now time to begin
at the bottom with the voting precincts. Nothing short of this
should be considered organization.

Miss Anthony received many poems every year from admiring friends of
both sexes. This acknowledgment of one raises the suspicion that she was
not so appreciative as she might have been: "I find in a very handsome
lavender envelope a poem inscribed on lavender paper, addressed to Susan
B. Anthony. Since I know nothing of the merits of poetry, I am not able
to pass any opinion upon this, but I can see that 'reap' and 'deep,'
'prayers' and 'bears,' 'ark' and 'dark,' 'true' and 'grew' do rhyme, and
so I suppose it is a splendid effort, but if you had written it in plain
prose, I could have understood it a great deal better and read it a
great deal more easily. Nevertheless, I am thankful to you for poetizing
over me--although the fact is that I am the most prosaic, matter-of-fact
creature that ever drew the breath of life."

A relative in California wrote that "God would punish the people in that
State