“It will also be the aim of the Woman Rebel to advocate the prevention of conception and to impart such knowledge in the columns of this paper. “As is well known, a law exists forbidding the imparting of information on this subject, the penalty being several years’ imprisonment. Is it not time to defy this Law? And what fitter place could be found than in the pages of the Woman Rebel?” These items were in the opening issue of the paper and were unaccompanied by any request to Congress or the New York Legislature to change the laws, or any appeal to the public to try to have them changed. The launching of this message was also linked with other matters, which were far from an inducement to average legislators to volunteer to remedy the laws relating to birth control. For example in that same first issue of the paper was this by the editor: _A Woman’s Duty._—To look the whole world in the face with a go-to-hell look in the eyes; to have an ideal; to speak and act in defiance of convention. Also this: “_The Rebel Women Claim_: The right to be lazy, The right to be an unmarried mother, The right to destroy, The right to create, The right to love, The right to live. And this by a contributor, J. Edward Morgan: _My Song_—a prose poem. I dwelt apart in a world of song, But did not sing. Biding my time, I listened to all songs that I might sing, when my soul should find its song. * * * * * One note clear, pure, lucid, telling all, answering all, unanswerable, the Song of Songs, My Song, the Song of the Bomb. This issue also published the I. W. W. preamble, which in those days had more power to alarm than it has had since. The July number contained “A Defense of Assassination” by Herbert A. Thorpe. Also this editorial: The rich man places his wife on a pedestal and serves her with docility in order that she may be admired and he, be envied. He has raised her to the rank of queen. This deified woman is one of the new idols at whose feet plundering plutocracy lays the shining gold wrung from the sweat and blood of the toiling long-suffering masses.... If we do not strike the fetters off ourselves, we shall be knocked about till we forget the fetters.... We have done with your civilization and your gods.... Let us turn a deaf ear to the trumpet-tongued liars clamoring for Protection, Patriotism, Prisons, Police, Workhouses and Large Families. Leave them to vomit their own filth, and let us take the good things mother earth daily offers unheeded, to us her children.