The young and pretty woman, well dressed and attractive, can get all the chivalry she wants. She will have seats offered her on street cars, men will hasten to carry her parcels, or open doors for her; but the poor old woman, beaten in the battle of life, sick of life's struggles, and grown gray and weather-beaten facing life's storms--what chivalry is shown her? She can go her weary way uncomforted and unattended. People who need it do not get it. Anyway, chivalry is a poor substitute for justice, if one cannot have both. Chivalry is something like the icing on the cake, sweet but not nourishing. It is like the paper lace around the bonbon box--we could get along without it. There are countless thousands of truly chivalrous men, who have the true chivalry whose foundation is justice--who would protect all women from injury or insult or injustice, but who know that they cannot do it--who know that in spite of all they can do, women are often outraged, insulted, ill-treated. The truly chivalrous man, who does reverence all womankind, realizing this, says: "Let us give women every weapon whereby they can defend themselves; let us remove the stigma of political nonentity under which women have been placed. Let us give women a fair deal!" This is the new chivalry--and on it we build our hope. CHAPTER VI HARDY PERENNIALS! I hold it true--I will not change, For changes are a dreadful bore-- That nothing must be done on earth Unless it has been done before. --_Anti-Suffrage Creed_. If prejudices belonged to the vegetable world they would be described under the general heading of: "Hardy Perennials; will grow in any soil, and bloom without ceasing; requiring no cultivation; will do better when left alone." In regard to tenacity of life, no old yellow cat has anything on a prejudice. You may kill it with your own hands, bury it deep, and sit on the grave, and behold! the next day, it will walk in at the back door, purring.