Of course, this incident was a front page story in every newspaper in the United States that night despoiling the President of his headlines. It is now one of the legends in Washington that in the midst of the dinner given to the President by the Gridiron Club shortly after, the identical banner was unfurled before his eyes. The following week, at the first meeting of the Judiciary Committee since the Presidential Campaign, the report of the Federal Suffrage Amendment was made without recommendation to the House of Representatives. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ VIII HAIL AND FAREWELL TO INEZ MILHOLLAND BOISSEVAIN “For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime; Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.” —MILTON. Inez, vibrant, courageous, symbolic, How can death claim you? Many he leads down the long halls of silence Burdened with years, Those who have known sorrow And are weary with forgetting, The young who have tasted only gladness And who go with wistful eyes, Never to see the sharp breaking of illusion. For these— We who remain and are lonely Find consolation, saying “They have won the white vistas of quietness.” But for you— The words of my grief will not form In a pattern of resignation. The syllables of rebellion Are quivering upon my lips! You belonged to life— To the struggling actuality of earth; You were our Hortensia and flung Her challenge to the world— Our world still strangely Roman— “Does justice scorn a woman?” Oh! Between her words and yours the centuries seem Like little pauses in an ancient song, For in the hour of war’s discordant triumph You both demanded “Peace”! And I, remembering how the faces of many women Turned toward you with passionate expectation, How can I find consolation?