ll always see
the face you loved and won. And I like to think of it. If a man loves
a woman she does not ever grow old to him. And the woman who really
loves a man does not see that he is growing older. He is not decrepit
to her. He is not tremulous. He is not old. He is not bowed. She
always sees the same gallant fellow that won her hand and heart. I
like to think of it in that way, and as Shakespeare says: "Let Time
reach with his sickle as far as ever he can; although he can reach
ruddy cheeks and ripe lips, and flashing eyes, he can not quite reach
love." I like to think of it. We will go down the hill of life
together, and enter the shadow one with the other, and as we go down we
may hear the ripple of the laughter of our grandchildren, and the
birds, and spring, and youth, and love will sing once more upon the
leafless branches of the tree of age. I love to think of it in that
way--absolute equals, happy, happy, and free, all our own.

But some people say: "Would you allow a woman to vote?" Yes, if she
wants to; that is her business, not mine. If a woman wants to vote, I
am too much of a gentleman to say she shall not. But, they say, woman
has not sense enough to vote. It don't take much. But it seems to me
there are some questions, as for instance, the question of peace or
war, that a woman should be allowed to vote upon. A woman that has
sons to be offered on the altar of that Moloch, it seems to me that
such a woman should have as much right to vote upon the question of
peace and war as some thrice-besotted sot that reels to the ballot box
and deposits his vote for war. But if women have been slaves, what
shall we say of the little children, born in the sub-cellars, children
of poverty, children of crime, children of wealth, children that are
afraid when they hear their names pronounced by the lips of their
mother, children that cower in fear when they hear the footsteps of
their brutal father, the flotsam and jetsam upon the rude sea of life,
my heart goes out to them one and all.

Children have all the rights that we have and one more, and that is to
be protected. Treat your children in that way. Suppose your child
tells a lie. Don't pretend that the whole world is going into
bankruptcy. Don't pretend that that is the first lie ever told. Tell
them, like an honest man, that you have told hundreds of lies yourself,
and tell the dear little darling that it is not the best way; that it
soil