Now, ladies, take the hint, As ye stand, as ye stand, Now, ladies, take the hint, As ye stand. Now, ladies, take the hint, Don’t quote the Presidint, Don’t quote the Presidint, as ye stand. Humor predominated in the poems that came out of prison. There was never any word of tragedy. Not even an intolerable diet of raw salt pork, which by actual count of Miss Margaret Potheringham, a teacher of Domestic Science and Dietetics, was served the suffragists sixteen times in eighteen days, could break their spirit of gayety. And when a piece of fish of unknown origin was slipped through the tiny opening in the cell door, and a specimen carefully preserved for Dr. Wiley—who, by the way, was unable to classify it—they were more diverted than outraged. Sometimes it was a “prayer” which enlivened the evening hour before bedtime. Mary Winsor of Haverford, Pennsylvania, was the master prayer-maker. One night it was a Baptist prayer, another a Methodist, and still another a stern Presbyterian prayer. The prayers were most disconcerting to the matron for the “regulars” became almost hysterical with laughter, when they should be slipping into sleep. It was trying also to sit in the corridor and hear your daily cruelties narrated to God and punishment asked. This is what happened to the embarrassed warden and jail attendants if they came to protest. Sometimes it was the beautiful voice of Vida Milholland which rang through the corridors of the dreary prison, with a stirring Irish ballad, a French love song, or the Woman’s Marseillaise. Again the prisoners would build a song, each calling out from cell to cell, and contributing a line. The following song to the tune of “Charlie Is My Darling” was so written and sung with Miss Lucy Branham leading: SHOUT THE REVOLUTION OF WOMEN Shout the revolution Of women, of women, Shout the revolution For liberty. Rise, glorious women of the earth, The voiceless and the free United strength assures the birth Of true democracy. REFRAIN Invincible our army, Forward, forward, Triumphant daughters pressing To victory. Shout the revolution of women, of women, Shout the revolution For liberty. Men’s revolution born in blood, But ours conceived in peace, We hold a banner for a sword, Till all oppression cease. REFRAIN Prison, death, defying, Onward, onward, Triumphant daughters pressing To victory.