The Life and Work of Susan B. Anthony (Volume 2 of 2): Including Public Addresses, Her Own Letters and Many From Her Contemporaries During Fifty YearsHarper, Ida Husted
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The Life and Work of Susan B. Anthony (Volume 2 of 2): Including Public Addresses, Her Own Letters and Many From Her Contemporaries During Fifty Years
Harper, Ida Husted
Anthony, Susan B. (Susan Brownell), 1820-1906
One intensely hot Sunday afternoon, a meeting was held by the side
of a sod church, which had been extended by canvas coverings from
the wagons. The audience crowded up as close as they could be
packed to where Miss Anthony stood on a barn door laid across some
boxes. A woman with a baby sat very near the edge of this
improvised platform. The child grew tired and uneasy and finally
began to pinch Miss Anthony's ankles. She stepped back and he
immediately commenced to scream, so she stepped forward again and
he resumed his pinching. She endured it as long as she could, but
at last stooped down and whispered to the mother, "I think your
baby is too warm in here; take him out and give him a drink and he
will feel better." The woman jerked it up and started out,
exclaiming, "Well, this is the first time I have ever been insulted
on account of my motherhood!" A number of men gathered around her,
saying, "That is just what to expect from these old maid
suffragists." Some one told Miss Anthony she had lost twenty votes
by this. "Well," she replied, "if they could see the welts on my
ankles where they were pinched to keep that child still, they would
bring their twenty votes back."
She said to me the next day: "Now, Anna, no matter how many babies
cry you must not say one word or it will be taken as an insult to
motherhood." That afternoon I gave a little talk. The church was
crowded and there were so many children it seemed as if every
family had twins. There were at least six of them crying at the top
of their lungs. The louder they cried, the louder I yelled; and the
louder I yelled, the louder they cried, for they were scared.
Finally a gentleman asked, "Don't you want those children taken
out?" "O, no," said I, "there is nothing that inspires me so much
as the music of children's voices," and although a number of men
protested, I would not allow one of them taken from the room. I was
bound I wouldn't lose any votes.
Among the racy anecdotes which Miss Shaw relates of that memorable
campaign, is one which shows Miss Anthony's ready retort:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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